The Meet And Greet

Today is finally here! I can hardly contain my excitement as I've booked a hotel room for one night at the same place where the meet and greet with Marco is being held. It's so convenient, all I have to do is go down the stairs and walk into a room full of fans and Marco himself. I couldn't be more thrilled about this opportunity!

After checking in and receiving my key, I head to the lift and press the button for the third floor. Upon arrival, I attempt to swipe my key but it isn't working. Frustrated, I mutter "Swipe damn it swipe" under my breath. Suddenly, a familiar voice speaks up and offers to help. It is Marco. He takes the key from my hand and attempts to swipe it himself, but it still won't work.

"Kady?" he asks me, "Yes," I say, as I turn my head to look at him standing there. My heart skips a beat as I take in his familiar green hoodie that I've seen countless times on his Instagram. I pinch myself, truly believing that I must be dreaming. But here I am, standing next to Marco who is trying to help me get into my room. "Is this real?" I wonder to myself. I can't believe that I'm standing here talking to him, with butterflies in my stomach. "Kady, are you okay?" he asks, and I nod my head as I try to compose myself. He offers me the use of his phone to call for help, and I follow him into his stunning room. The scent of fiery wood and vanilla surrounds me, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. As I wait for the hotel staff to arrive, he pours me a drink from the mini-bar, and I can feel my cheeks turning pink as he clinks his glass against mine. "Thanks for being here, now I know you'll be at the meet and greet," he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. And at that moment, with his hand in mine, I know that everything has changed.

"I should get to my room to freshen up before heading out, It probably won't make a difference whether I'm there or not, You will have plenty of enthusiastic fans to keep you company." But his response catches me off guard, his lips grazing the skin near my ear as he whispers, "It makes all the difference." I knock back the last of my drink and move to leave, but he steps behind me and touches my hair before kissing me softly. It feels like we're in a dream until the door interrupts us. After confirming that my door has been fixed, he offers me another drink but I should go, I've already taken up too much of his time. But he insists there's plenty of time, and for a moment it feels like we're the only two people in the world.

As Marco pours us another drink, I can't help but ask him a burning question. "Do you often bring fans back to your room?" His answer surprises me."No, just you." The fact that he trusts me set my heart racing. But there was a fan he had messaged, one who seemed possessive and controlling. As we talked, I couldn't help but feel a connection with Marco that went beyond his fame and fortune. As he thanked me for treating him like a regular person, my heart swelled with affection. I can't wait to see what the rest of the night will bring.

I finish my drink and snap a quick selfie to share on my Instagram. Marco looks over and grins, catching my attention. As soon as I post the picture, a message appears from an envious fan page cautioning me from getting too close to Marco's room. I show him the message and he proposes we snap a photo together, which I happily oblige. After tagging him, we both receive furious messages from the same fan page. As the tension mounts, Marco asks me if I have a boyfriend, to which I honestly answer no. He takes my chin and pulls me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless. The entire situation feels surreal, but before I know it, Marco is disrobing me and laying me back on the couch.

I lay there, my body tingling with pleasure as Marco stands up and looks down at me. The look in his eyes is intense, filled with desire and affection. I sit up and wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me. We kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining as we explore each other's bodies. My fingers trace along the contours of his muscular back and his hands move up and down my curves. He lays me back down on the couch and takes control, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful. We move together, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. The room is filled with the sounds of us fucking and I can't help but moan with pleasure as I feel him release inside of me. We lay there, still entwined, the feeling of pure ecstasy still coursing through our veins. This moment, this connection is why I know that I will always be in love with Marco.

Marco slowly pulls out and stands up. He puts his hand out for me so I take his hand and stand up, He guides me to the shower. He starts the shower and gestures for me to get in.

As we step into the shower, I can feel his eyes on me, scanning my body with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. The warm water cascades over us, and I feel a sense of relief and comfort wash over me. Marco's touch is soothing, and the way his hands move over my skin is both gentle and erotic. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan as he brushes his lips against my neck, his hands roaming over my curves.

It feels like an eternity since I last felt this way, so alive and free, and I never want it to end. In his arms, I am safe, loved, and cherished, and I know that there's no place I'd rather be. As we stand under the shower, lost in each other's embrace, I know that this moment will stay with me forever, etched into my memories as one of the happiest and most fulfilling moments of my life.

I lock eyes with him, "I never want this moment to end." He says. "Neither do I," I tell him. "If you never want any of this to end then what do you want to do after Sunday?" I ask him. He takes a deep breath, "I'm not sure, All I know is that I'm not ready for any of this to end yet. "He replies. He stares at me intently for a moment before asking the question "Do you want me for longer?"

"Yes, You know how much I like you." I can see the relief on his face as he pulls me into his arms.

I catch Marco's gaze, my heart skipping a beat as he grins at me. "Until we figure something out, we need to make the most of our time here," he says softly. I nod, not wanting to break our shared moment. "Well, I guess we should get out and get ready for your meet and greet," I finally manage to say. Marco's expression turns serious as he speaks, "I guess so. Will you come down with me? It will help with my nerves." My heart fills with warmth as I nod my head. "Yes, of course, I will." Marco leans in for a kiss, his lips pressing softly against mine. We finally pull away and get out of the shower to start getting dressed for the day ahead.

My heart flutters erratically as we make our way down in the elevator, and I can't help but feel a little uneasy. Marco reaches out and takes my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "Stay with me tonight," he whispers, looking at me with a smile. I feel a pang of longing at his words, but I know that this is all we have. "Okay," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Our fingers interlock as the doors open, and we make our way out of the elevator, reluctantly letting go of each other's hand. The room is empty as we enter, and we start to get things prepared for the meet and greet. As I glance out of the window, I see the one hundred-plus people queuing up outside, waiting to see him. My heart sinks a little, knowing that my time with him will soon be over, but I try to push those thoughts aside.

My eyes catch sight of Milla, the superfan who runs that fan page. She's always messaging Marco because she's totally obsessed with him. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to have noticed me yet.

Marco hands me a drink, and we quickly finish it before he heads towards his chair behind the table. The room starts filling up with people, all lining up at the table area for a chance to meet him. I manoeuvre my way to the front of the crowd, eager to get my photograph taken with him before anyone else. I don't want to draw any attention to our connection, so I try to act like any other fan ready to meet their idol. As I stand next to Marco for our picture, he slips his arm around my waist, and I almost melt into him.

Before leaving, he whispers, "I'll meet you at the VIP bar" and I can't help but smile. Marco had already given me an access-all-areas pass, which included a VIP bar reserved for those with the pass. As I start making my way to the exclusive area, I'm suddenly halted by Milla. "Keep your distance from Marco," she warns, her tone full of disdain.

With a laugh, I ignore Milla's comment and continue walking towards the VIP bar. Once at the bar, I order a glass of red wine, looking around to take everything in. Suddenly, a voice catches my attention. I turn and see Fabio Pacelli, one of Marco's close co-stars. "Hi," I say, smiling at him. "So, are you a friend of Marco's?" he asks, genuine curiosity in his voice. "Kind of. We've become friends recently, although I'm actually a fan of his," I reply, feeling a little silly admitting it. "My name is Kady." Fabio grins. "Nice to meet you, Kady. Do you want to join me on the sofa over there?" he asks, gesturing to the comfortable seating area in the corner. "Sure," I say, grateful for the invitation. We sit down together, and Fabio asks me why I'm not over with the other fans. "I already got my picture with Marco. He gave me a pass, so I came here instead. Besides, I don't know anyone over there. I came here alone," I explain. "Okay, well, I hope Marco doesn't keep you waiting too much longer," Fabio says with a smile.

Just as Fabio finishes speaking, Marco appears and makes himself comfortable on the sofa, nudging Fabio to make some room for him. "So, what have you two been talking about?" he asks, looking directly at me. "Not much," Fabio replies. "Just asking Kady if she's a friend of yours." Marco places his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. Suddenly, Fabio blurts out the question that's been on his mind, "Are you two sleeping together?" I almost choke on my drink at his blunt inquiry. "I'll take that as a yes then," he chuckles, clearly amused by his own joke. Marco quickly steps in, "Yes, but it's not what you think. We're only together while we're both here," he explains. I can't help but feel a little disappointed at the way he's downplaying our situation, especially since just earlier today, he'd said he never wants this to end. However, I don't want to dwell on it, and instead focus on the present moment. "Shame," Fabio says. "You two look cute together." Marco catches my eye, and I see a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

From where we're situated, I can see Milla lingering about. Fabio asks Marco "Is she one of yours?" to which Marco responds, "Yeah, she's another fan."

Fabio asks, "Why don't we invite her over?"

"No, Kady doesn't get along with her," Marco says.

"Come on, Kady. Let's give her a chance. She won't do anything with us both here," Fabio pleads.

Im hesitant, but finally I say, "Fine, you can invite her."

Marco, however, warned, "She's your problem, Fabio if anything happens.

Fabio brings Milla over and they sit opposite us on the sofa.

Milla immediately asks Marco, "What's going on with you two?"

Fabio, without thinking, blurted out, "Fucking."

Milla looks mad and slightly sad as she asks, "Why her?"

"Seriously, what's it got to do with you?" Marco interjects, clearly annoyed.

"Everything to do with me, when you are sleeping with a fan I despise of, What kind of nonsense is that? Milla responds. "What is exactly your problem?" I ask, trying to keep my cool.

"I knew you were trying to get him, and now you have I despise you even more," she spits back at me.

"I did not try to get him, I haven't got him, we are just friends," I explain, exasperated.

"No one tried to get anyone, I like Kady and we are just friends, so whatever goes on between us has nothing to do with you or anybody else," Marco chimes in, trying to diffuse the situation.

Fabio's phone rings and he excuses himself, leaving the room. Milla takes the opportunity to express her disapproval of me. "Don't think your other fans will be happy about this or ever accept her," she says. Marco responds confidently, "It's my life, they can't tell me who I can be friends with or who I can not sleep with. If they are true fans they will be happy for me."

Upon Fabio's return, Milla leaves abruptly, leaving him puzzled. "What's going on with her?" Fabio inquires. "She's feeling envious of Kady, but I appreciate you informing her that I was intimately involved with Kady," Marco responds. "I apologize, I wanted to witness her reaction since she appeared to covet you for herself," adds Fabio.

I inform Marco that I'm just popping to the toilet.

I enter the toilets. I send Laura a message.

I'm having a great time, and I'm sorry you couldn't join me. I have a lot to tell you, so I'll message you later and fill you in.

Laura answers.

I'm happy to hear that you're enjoying yourself, and I can't wait to hear more.

I get an Instagram message from Marco just as I was about to close my messages.

Please send me your phone number.

I send Marco my number and before I could even finish washing my hands, he knocks on the bathroom door. He walks in and without a word, grabs me from behind my head and kisses me passionately. Just as we were getting lost in the moment, someone else walks in, giving us a funny look. Marco just laughs and grabs my hand, leading me out of the bathroom. When we return to the table, Fabio is there waiting with a knowing smile.

Fabio kindly volunteers to fetch us a fresh round of drinks, and we graciously accept.

"Would you like to go for a walk - just the two of us - after we've finished our drinks?" Marco asks.

"Sure, that sounds lovely," I reply.

After a short while, Fabio returns with the drinks and informs us that he'll be heading back to his room, declining another drink for himself. We express our gratitude and say goodbye to him.

As we finish our drinks, Marco takes my hand, and we make our way out of the hotel together.

It has gotten considerably darker and colder since the last time I walked out here. We stroll up the street until we spot a bench where we take a seat. As we sit there, Marco suggests, "One day, you must visit Italy and come to see me." I reply with enthusiasm, "Yes, I would love that! "He inquires, "Any plans for tomorrow?"

I respond, "My friend is picking me up in the morning. After that, I'm just heading home since my friend and I are housemates."

"What about you I ask?"

"I'll be picked up by a taxi in the morning, but I'm hoping you'll keep me company and come to breakfast with me."

"You might get tired of seeing me by morning, depending on how tonight goes," I say.

"I could never get tired of seeing you, and if I had believed I might, I wouldn't have suggested you come to visit me in Italy.

"So what do you think would you join me for breakfast?

"Yes," I answer.

"Okay, take this jacket; you need to warm up. You're cold."

I say "Thank you" as he puts his coat on me, kisses the top of my head, and wraps his arm around me. I then lay my head on his chest.

Marco expresses his disappointment at having to leave England soon, wishing he could book more nights at the hotel. He assures me that even though he has to leave, We will still have fun. He then adds that if he ever came back to England or I visited Italy, We would do this all again. When I ask him what would happen if he got a girlfriend, he quickly responds that he isn't looking for a relationship and that he would always want fun with me whenever we are in the same country.

"How many other women do you say this to?" I ask,

"Just you, You're the only one I want to see more than once" He replies.

Marco and I make our way back to the hotel, discussing if we should stop off for dinner. I suggest we stop at the nearest Chinese restaurant and take it back to the hotel. Marco agrees and we make our way down the street.

We find the restaurant and walk in, only to be met with two women staring and laughing at us. We quickly place our order and the women approach Marco. One of them asks if he is Marco Morin, to which he replies yes.

The women then ask if they can have a picture with him, and he obliges. One of the women then asks if I am his girlfriend. Marco quickly responds no. We are then called over to collect our order and as we leave the women shout "Bye Marco". Marco turns and smiles and says "Bye".

When we get back to the hotel, I wait by the lifts while Marco runs inside the hotel's dining area to grab some cutlery for us to take back to his room. He makes sure to grab enough for us to be able to enjoy our food properly.

When he returns, he also comes back with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

When we are finally in his room, I take a seat at the table and place out the food. The smell of the meal fills the air and my stomach starts to grumble. Marco pours the wine and we both take a moment to sit and bask in the ambience. The smell of the wine and the sound of the music make us both relax a little, Marco lifts his glass before putting it to his mouth and says "Thank you for today."

"You're welcome" I reply.

We finish our food and pour another drink.

Then I make my way over to the sofa and Marco joins me bringing the rest of the wine.

I start to feel a little lightheaded and I know I'm getting tipsy. Marco notices and asks if I'm okay. I smile and nod, reassuring him that I'm fine. I take a deep breath and lean back into the sofa, feeling the warmth of the wine slowly spreading through my body. I close my eyes and take a few more sips of my drink. I can feel the alcohol taking effect, making me feel relaxed and content. I look over at Marco and he's smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I smile back and take his hand.

Marco asks me, "So what are you up to when you get home?".

I reply, "Not much but it's my birthday in two weeks, my friend is taking me out for a night of fun and I have no clue where we are going. She spoke with me the other night and said she had a surprise planned and that all she needed to know is that I was free that night so she could make the arrangements. It's exciting because I don't know if we're heading to the movies, out to dinner, to a show, or maybe even just hanging out at a friend's house. I'm quite curious as to what she has in store for me as I'm always up for a good time."

"What about you?" "What are you planning to do?" I ask."I have a few things coming up this month, including some photoshoots on Monday afternoon." Marco answers.

Marco grins and asks, "Do you want an early birthday present?" before his smile fades. I lean in close and whisper, "Yes."

"Well, I was thinking that this time, instead of fucking you, I would make love to you, but not in a romantic sense, more in the sense of making love to someone I care about.

"Ok, yes," I reply with a smile.

He brings me over to the bed, scoops me up and carries me there. He then lies me down and begins to undress me till I'm down to only my bra and knickers.

He gets to his feet and changes into his boxer shorts.

Marco starts kissing my inner lower legs before moving up to my thighs.

I tell him that it feels good.

He looks up at me, takes off my bra and starts to take off my knickers. He puts them to the side, takes off his boxers, climbs up onto me and starts kissing my neck before moving onto my lips.

I can feel his hard cock on me as he gives me a deep kiss, then he puts his cock inside of me and starts making love to me.

How can any of this be real when today has felt like one giant dream?

He makes a slow, deep movement before looking at me and saying, "Promise me that this isn't the last time we do this. " "I promise."

His movements quicken and deepen, and his kisses intensify.

Then, as he moves more slowly, his kisses get softer and slower, and his breathing becomes deeper, he whispers "Happy Birthday." We then come together for what will likely be the last time for a very long time.

He moves off from me and lies by my side while I put my head on his chest and let him run his fingers through my hair.

How can a man who merely wants to have a little fun be so devoted to a lady for whom he has no romantic feelings?

I move away from him, I inform him that I am going to put my belongings in my room and that I will return after getting dressed and taking a shower.

How about you remain in here with me and take a shower here instead? You haven't been in there at all, and all of your stuff is in here anyway.

I respond, "Yes if you're sure. " He responds, "I'm very sure.

After taking a shower, I exit the bathroom to see Marco already in bed. I quickly climb into bed with him and turn so that my back is towards him before attempting to fall asleep. However, after an hour, I'm still awake at 1.20 am.

I turn to face Marco, who seems so flawless and gorgeous.

I wish this time with Marco would last longer, but time goes on and so does life, my time with Marco will soon be over.

I can't quite make out what Marco is murmuring when I hear him, he abruptly wakes up and opens his eyes in horror.

Are you alright?

Yes, Yes, Yes, it was just a bad dream.

He extends an arm, inviting me to lie closer to him, and then he pulls me up to his chest.

The alarm is going off at 8:45 a.m., so I choose to snooze it for five minutes and take in these final moments with Marco.

He begins to awaken and bids me 

"Good Morning" while grinning.

Morning, my friend is picking me up soon, so I need to start getting ready, I tell him.

We could forgo breakfast and stay put for a little while longer. "I need to start getting ready too, my taxi will be here at 10 am," Marco answers.

Okay, I say, "I can't believe the past 24 hours have passed by so quickly."

He responds, "I know, but I hope it won't be too long before I see you again."

We rekindle our kiss and this time I want it to linger longer because I'm going to miss him and I'm going to miss this.

After checking out, we exit the hotel through the lobby. As we prepare to go, my heart begins to beat rapidly.

You now have my phone number, and you can reach me on Instagram as well. Keep that in mind. asserts Marco.

I nod while grinning.

I remark to Marco, "My friend Laura is here, so I guess it's time to say goodbye."

Marco says, "Let me take your bag to the car."

I consent, and Laura is waiting for me as we make our way to the car.

I tell Laura, "I won't be a minute, just putting my stuff in the boot."

Marco places my belongings in the boot when I open it, and before I can shut it, he nips my chin, stares into my eyes, and begins kissing me while holding me in his arms.

He says, "Goodbye."

Our bodies part as I say, "Goodbye Marco," close the boot, and get in the car.

"Would you mind explaining what happened there? Laura queries, "And why didn't you text me again last night?"

First of all, I apologise for forgetting to text you. Basically, not long after I arrived, Marco and I met in the hallway. It turned out that he had reserved the room next to mine, and I was locked out of my room. We struck up a conversation, I stayed with him in his room, and we socialised and kind of slept together a few times. He isn't looking for anything serious but wants to see me again.

"Oh wow, well, I'm happy for you, but please use caution; I don't want you to get hurt. Please don't wait for him and hold out hope that he will change his mind and want to be with you someday."

When we get home, Laura starts the kettle while I start unpacking.

I look over the photos I took while sitting here wishing Marco was still with me.

Later on that day, my phone buzzes, and I see the message "Miss you" from Marco.

I reply, "Miss, you too," and include all the pictures I took.

He replies, "Speak to you soon, thanks for the images.

2 Weeks later...

Since I first met Marco two weeks ago, we have chatted on the phone a few times, and he told me that he blocked Milla when he came home. We have been communicating via messages as well, but we do not currently have any plans to get together, But I'm hoping it won't take too long.

Laura isn't entirely satisfied with what transpired between me and Marco; she doesn't trust him, and while I was with him, she looked him up online and didn't like what she found out about him and his personal life. Laura was meant to be with me that day, but she had to go to work; I have a suspicion that had she been, everything that I and Marco had would have been avoided or stopped before it even began.

My bedroom door is being tapped by Laura.

I invite her inside.

She gives me a birthday card and says, "Happy birthday." When I open it, two tickets fall out.

She exudes a wide smile as she exclaims, "Surprise."

I take a look at the tickets; they are for tonight and the front states, "Magic Hunks front Isle row A."

I query, "Is this the surprise that you mentioned last month?"

You like it, right? Inquiring, she says.

"It's great, when do we go?" I question her.

"6 pm, so we can get there by 7 pm," replies Laura.

When my phone goes off, I check it to see a message from Marco that reads, "Happy Birthday, did you get your surprise from your friend?"

"Yes, it's tickets to tonight's performance of Magic Hunks," I respond to his text.

He answers, "Nice, I hope you have fun."

I respond, "Thank you."

A short while later, there is a knock at the door. When I answer, it's delivery of twelve red roses with the note, "Happy Birthday, wish I could be there." Love, Marco X

I grab my phone and say, "Thank you for the roses."

He says, "You are very welcome, I hope you have a lovely day, and also one other thing if you want fun with anyone don't allow me to stop you, I'll be here still waiting for you.

I get ready to go after we say our goodbyes.

As the show starts, I choose "go live" on my Instagram page.

Two men arrive, one coming towards us from the front, the other moving to the left.

I feel a mixture of shyness and exhilaration as I see this man walk in front of us, his lower body straight in front of us.

Looking at the live chat's comments, I notice one from Marco that reads, "Not my sort of thing, but I'll stay to chat with you." I thank him and respond with laughing emojis.

I suddenly start to feel quite nervous when one of the men extends their hand. Laura tells me to "go on" and takes my phone from me. I take the dancer's hand as he brings me to the stage and convinces me to sit on the chair that has been set up there, and he stands between my legs.

I'm feeling so anxious that I'm unsure of what to do.

He takes my hands and lays them on his upper body. I move my hands down his chest and to his stomach; it feels so smooth, unlike Marcos, who has a hairy chest, but I think a hairy chest is so fucking sexy. This guy is all greased up.

Then, this guy picks me up off the chair, lays me on the ground, and sits on my stomach. He also takes my hands and runs them down his body, over his crotch.

He lowers my arms gently and sensually side by side above my head, puts his mouth to my ear, which sends chills down my spine, and whispers, "Meet me for drinks at the Bar after." I say, "Ok, but only if my friend can come, too." He replies, "Of course."

He suddenly throws me over onto my front, twists my hair, and slaps my behind while he is sitting on my lower back.

Laura is yelling my name while the audience applauds.

I'm hoping Marco hasn't seen any of this because I wouldn't want to offend him despite the fact that this was just a little bit of fun. However, he did say that if I were to have fun with anyone, he would still want me and him to fuck when we meet again.

He only wants to hang out and fuck with ladies because he would rather be single, so I shouldn't worry.

I get pulled up by the dancer, who says "I'll see you soon" before guiding me back to my seat.

Laura exclaims, "Omg Kady that was soon fucking hot."

Maybe you should have gone up there, I chuckle.

Laura responds, "No, no, no, you could see that guy solely wanted you.

Do we still have Instagram Live on? I ask.

Yes, Laura answers.

Nearly 2000 people are watching and commenting when Laura hands me my phone.

Marco isn't included among the viewers when I look at the list.

I wonder how much of this he witnessed.

I appreciate everyone's interest in the Instagram Live, which is now over.

I close the Instagram live by saying thank you to everyone who watched.

"Do you know if Marco continued to participate in the live chat while I was up there?" I ask.

Yes, he did, but Marco said he had to go when the man brought you back to your seat. Laura answers.

When I was up there, what else did Marco say? I ask Laura.

Only that you seem to be enjoying yourself with that guy up there. Laura informs me.

Okay, well, if you're up for it, that guy wants us to meet up with him at the bar when this is over. I tell Laura.

I look at my phone and discover a missed call as well as a brand-new message from Marco.

It says "Fuck You," and I start to feel uneasy because he told me to have fun. It's not like I fucked the guy, and even if I had, he was the one who said he was okay with that kind of behaviour.

I should have made it clear to him that I didn't want to fuck anyone else. I just want to fuck him and nobody else.

I made the decision not to tell him since I didn't want to create a tense situation between us since all he wants to do is have fun.

I try to answer by saying, "What's wrong, thought you were okay with us having fun with other people?" but it won't send. When I try to reach him on Instagram, he has blocked me and his profile is no longer visible.

I'm beginning to feel a little nauseous and don't understand why. I now feel bad about going up on stage with the dancer because Marco was important to me and we enjoyed our time together. Whether it is entirely my fault or not, whatever, Fuck it, Fuck Marco.

Laura, and I are going for drinks with the dancer.

Laura and I go to the bar and get drinks. When I mention Marco and tell her about the text, she advises me to forget about him, claims he is not worth it, and states that she no longer likes hearing about him.

Laura tells me, "Marco probably used you, so please drop this now and enjoy tonight."

"Okay," I reply.

I take a sip of my drink and make an effort to temporarily block Marco from my thoughts.

"Laura, Look behind you; the dancer we're meeting is there with his pal. Maybe he brought him for you. I say.

"I certainly hope so," Laura says.

Let the fun begin...