Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX: A Dinner With The Mysterious Man

Amanda'S

POV

Meet me here at 8 PM. Wear nice clothes.

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me who sent this message. Of course, it was my two-week-old boyfriend who had finally decided to take me out for dinner. Could it be that he would bring the designer with him?

Uh! Please, I was starting to place this man in high esteem. One he didn't deserve after the shit he pulled on Nadia.

She had told us that he didn't break her heart which surprised me because if he didn't do that, then what did he do? There was no way he would be dating two friends. Even though I did not love him or I was not obsessed with him like Nadia, I would never do such. Well, I could not say the same for Nadia. She was desperate for his attention so this was a matter I needed to straighten out with him tonight. Unfortunately, my little friend group has stopped discussing in the main group chat and I am left to read comments on the posts that did not involve me.

There was still time to prepare for the dinner date and my mind went back to my time with Nathaniel the other day. Never have I thought that there would be a day when I would lie to Nathaniel but he should not blame me. I needed power and I was going to get it. He knew me and yet decided to keep me. He should not blame me if I decided to look out for myself.

I have noticed that Maurene has not been coming to the pack and it was quite baffling. Just weeks back, she was here handling out orders like she was the boss and now she was nowhere to be seen. I knew she would be back soon, I just want to know what conspired between her and Nathaniel. A knock on my door made me lift my left brow. I had told them earlier that no one was to disturb me. Apparently, people liked being punished.

I dragged my feet to the door and pulled it open. Peeping my head through, a guard stood with boxes in his hands. Oh, please don't tell me-

"These boxes arrived earlier from some Martin Taylor." He informed me, extended them to me and I collected them.

Martin really didn't have to do this much. I knew he liked to lavish his money to make his name known but I was not someone who would fall it.

"You can leave." I closed the door and dumped the boxes on my bed. Noticing a card at the tip, I took it and read,

Wear this beautiful dress. I would like to see you in it. Girlfriend.

That was the pet name he uses for me. Girlfriend. I hated it.

I opened the boxes, a blue satin dress came into view and the shoes that matched them almost made me want to wear them instantly. The necklace he had gotten. It was like a set and only someone who knew fashion deeply could put all of these together.

I was strange. If it were to be other girls who were sent these things, they would have been head over heels in love with Martin but I can't help but be weary of him. His manner of approach spelled deceit and lies and... danger.

I placed the boxes in the wardrobe and brought the dress I had intended to wear for the night. I was not an obedient girlfriend. He needed to know who he was dealing with. After I was done with my routine, I got in my dress and sat to do my make up. I wanted it bold and attractive, after all, it was our first dinner date officially as lovers.

Adding my perfume, I looked at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction. I picked up my bag and I exited the room, looking down on my wrist watch. Oh, just thirty minutes to go. I reached the living room and saw Nathaniel and Grayson talking. They both turned to me and I slowed down my steps, biting my lower lip nervously as my heart pounded in my ear drums. Nathaniel said nothing as he watched me and I walked out, not wanting to kill my confidence with their words. I was going to do this my way.

I entered into the car he had sent for me and I settled, staring outside through the window and trying to calm my beating heart. Not long after, we reached there and the chauffeur informed me. Stepping out, I made my way to the entrance and once again, Martin didn't disappoint. De'Lacore. A restaurant that even the rich think twice before they come to.

I entered, the smooth sound of music caressed my skin as I made my way further into the place. It was not a busy place, instead it was the place in movies where someone can be shut dead and the cops will come three days after because they were not aware.

I could recognize Martin anywhere, even in my dreams. I went to the table and he smiled up at me but it seemed to falter when his eyes ran over my body. Oh, I think rich mommy's boy is annoyed. Damn!

"You-" Standing to pull the chair out for me, an act that did nothing to waver me, he returned to his seat, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he glared at me.

"Good evening to you too." I smiled, placing my bag on the table as I looked up at him, my eyes glinting with defiance. He must know. I was not easy to deal with.

"You are not wearing the dress I got for you." He said, his eyes expressing his displeasure.

"And we didn't agree that the internet would find out about my relationship." I retorted, leveling him with a glare.

He snorted. "So this is what all of these is about?" He asked, pointing at my dress.

I looked away, not saying a thing.

"At least, the stalker didn't know I was the one and-"

"What if he knows that you are the one and he is just stalling?" I asked, cocking my head in question.

He opened his mouth to speak but clamped them shut. "It is our first dinner date, girlfriend. Don't let us start on the wrong foot, please." He signaled to the waiter to come and we placed our orders.

I drank just wine because I didn't want to eat anything that would affect my weight. And I didn't trust Martin not to have drugged the food. He came earlier.

After we were done, he cleaned his mouth. "See, I I am sorry about that. I will try to see if the post can be brought down." He apologized, taking me by surprise. I was almost moved and I decided to play his game as well. "Apology accepted. So what next? And yes, what is it you plan on doing with my friend?" I questioned, giving him a skeptical look.

"Which one of your friends?"

I narrowed my eyes into slits.

"Oh, Nadia? Actually, I sort of like her and I just told her that we could be fuck buddies." He smirked. "Not like you would satiate my intense needs, Maurene." His eyes raked over my body, drinking in the little cleavage I had left open.

I didn't move to cover it, instead I lifted the glass of wine to my mouth. Nadia would happily accept to be anything for Martin. A cleaner, a driver, a whatever, for as long as she was close to him, she would do them. Martin knew that and he was using it his advantage.

"You are right. I should not be worried. She chose to accept but wouldn't it be wrong for us to be in a relationship if you two are fucking?" I asked him.

He smiled, dropping the glass of wine and leaning over on the table. "Well, you are worried if your stalker would find out and put on the internet, the narrative can be changed, you know?" He winked at me.

I twisted my head to side, trying to understand what he meant.

"Erm, well, we could say that your friend seduced me and aimed at snatching me from you. That way the public interest would be on her and you will be pitied by the people." He summarized and I could not help but be amused at his level of thinking.

He sure did know how interest can be worked to his liking.

"So she will be at the disadvantage." I mused.

"I hope you are not furious at what I said?"

I shook my head. If Nadia wanted to be a scape goat, I will let her be. After all, I did warn her on giving this guy an opportunity. Obsession only gets you killed.

"Let us commemorate our first dinner date, shall we?" He raised his wine glass up and we cheered, the glasses clanging together.

To months ahead of us.