Urban Billionaire Romance
Published by Dark Queen Publishing
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“No, I don't think I'm free, sorry.”
I try to smile and seem friendly, but really I'm pissed off. I'm pissed off that I'm 25 years old and I'm still only being asked out by losers. Is it because I'm black, or is there some other reason that it's impossible for me to find someone worth loving?
My mother told me to lower my expectations. That was 5 years ago, and I've lowered them further every year. I went from wanting to marry a handsome, rich Southern gentleman who was Baptist to wanting to marry just about anyone that isn't a scumbag. No cops, no teachers, no druggies or alcoholics. Is that really so hard to find these days?
Well it turns out it is. The fella in front of me doesn't seem too bad from the untrained eye, but he came into the office where I am a secretary asking for Bob Pitch. Bob Pitch is the psychiatrist on the third floor. I'm sure you can see my issue with that.