Double Or Nothing (Sequel To Double Standards Part 2)

The Big Date

Samantha

Tonight was the night. Demarco would be here in less than two hours and I was a nervous wreck. Demarco asked me to dress nice and let's be honest, I don't even own a dress and my clothes come from bargin bins. It takes most of my pay to keep my share of the bills up and I do have to eat, so my closet looks like the lost and found at a flea market.

Also something about Demarco makes me weary. I've seen his temper flare occasionally and that scares me. For one, my only relationship was physically as well as mentally abusive and my father died when I was ten and my mom turned to alcohol, which led to a series of rotton boyfriend's. She finally settled for Craig who was the worst dirtbag of them all. He beat her on a regular basis and me as well just for kicks. As I got older though I fought back which only pissed him off more. Most time I end up brutally beaten but I made sure he had a few knots of his own. To make matters worse his deadbeat son, my stepbrother, lived there as well. He is 23 and hopeless. No job, sits and smokes all day and makes my mother wait on him as well.

As a teen he always tried to push himself on me but I was able to fend him off. At night I would bolt my bedroom door shut as well as slide the dresser against it to keep him out. I focused on my grades and applied to every college that was at least 500 miles away. That's how I ended up in New York.

This is what worries me about Demarco. He has a quick temper and I don't know where that could lead. Plus I made a vow to never be involved in another abusive relationship.

A few friends of mine showed up ready to prep me for my date. They applied more makeup and hair product than I've ever used. I slid into a borrowed dress and heels then took my image in at the mirror. Wow, I thought staring back at a stranger. I do clean up nice. I heard the doorbell buzz and took a deep breath.

Demarco

Hopping out of my recently fixed Mercedes I made my way up the  apartment steps and rang the doorbell. Two snickering chics answered the door.

"I'm here for Samantha".

"Come in" they both said in a fit of girly giggles. Out of the corner of my eye I could see them giving me the once over. Before I could feel anymore awkward Samantha came walking in looking hot as hell.

"Shall we?" She asked smiling.

Taking her arm I escorted her out. Once outside I stopped and eyed her up and down. "Damn cupcake".

"Stop Demarco". She said blushing.

Smiling I taunted "Is the fearless Sam really blushing?"

Sam smiled shyly and covered her hand over her face. I watched as her face lit up like a neon sign at my next words. "I'm just giving my girl a compliment with her fine ass".

"Ugh ..lets just go Demarco". Laughing I led her to my car enjoying this shy, innocent side of her.

I opened the door and she spotted the long stem white rose I laid across the seat for her. Smiling she picked it up and held it to her nose. "Thank you".

As I drive off I reached over and took her hand. Once at my family's restaurant I linked her arm through mine and led her to our table.

Sam looked around "very nice" she said then glanced at the menu and I saw the confusion cross her face at the Italian words. "Ummm..alittle help here Demarco".

"I'll order for you. You do eat Italian right?"

Grinning she asked. "Does out of the can count?"

"Fuck no, that's garbage".

Finally a waiter came and Demarco rolled a series of Italian words off his tounge.