“I would never vote for you if my life depended on it, let alone be your fake screen bride. Now, for the last time, get the hell out of my house,” she said sternly. Mark smiled and put his hands in his pocket.

“You have my number. Tell me if you change your mind,” he said before finally walking out. Desiree slammed the door shut behind him and then quickly walked back to the living room. She took her phone out of her purse and scrolled her contact list until she found Mark’s name. without thinking twice, she deleted it from her records along with all his texts and emails. She reached into her purse again and pulled out his business card. She walked to the kitchen and tore it to pieces before throwing them in the trash. She stood there for a few minutes before she picked up the rash and walked to the bathroom. She emptied the pieces in the toilet bowl and then flushed the toilet. She did not want anything to do with him and she was sure that by flushing the pieces, any chance of Cynthia or Rochelle putting them back together was gone. As she stood there, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She was not sure whether she was hurt by Mark’s words or simply angry. She slowly made her way back to the kitchen and put the bin back.

“That was so fu*ked up,” she thought as she took a bottle of water from the fridge. “I almost ended up with that.” She took a long sip of the water and then wiped her cheeks. She was angry. Angry at herself for getting yet another douche. Her phone vibrated loudly on the kitchen counter. She looked at it and sighed. It was a text from Taylor. Maybe he had also done a background check on her and was calling to rub her face in it or whatever. She picked the phone up and read the text.

Hi. I was just thinking about you. Hope you are good. I miss you. We need to do coffee or something…soon.

She smiled. Maybe he was different. Maybe he was not all about status. She needed to come clean with him. Even if there was nothing there, Taylor was a genuinely nice guy and she needed to at least confide in him as a friend. She clicked reply and began typing in the reply.

Hey Taylor. I am okay but I am having one of those days, you know how it goes. I need to see you today if possible.

She was a nervous wreck when she sent the message. It rang almost immediately she had sent the message. She was actually doubting whether he had actually read it or not.

“Hi,” she said nervously.

“Hey,” he said. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes, but we need to talk. Come to the apartment block on 54th and Main. I’m in 306,” she said.

“Ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Taylor said before hanging up. From the tone of his voice, she could tell that he was as nervous as she was. She had not exactly broken the news in a very calm way. She slowly made her way to the living room and tried taking long deep breaths. With any luck, she would be relaxed by the time Taylor got there.

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