Never would I have thought that I'd get to go on a date with my high school crush, but only for it to be abruptly cancelled when came home to him and my mom "quarreling" in the living room. I was stuck between hurt and confused, didn't know what to feel. So, I went to my best friend's and she decided to take me to some popular club. It usually isn't my way if cooling down to get over something, but I seriously wanted forget that whole ordeal. Everything was great. We drank, danced, got danced on, and had plenty of eyes on us. But never did I ever think that I had a familiar eye on me. When I thought we'd went home, I thought we were at my friend's place. Nope. I'm at the luxurious place of- "Hello, baby boy." Mr. Dumont... The father of my crush. The man who's been watching me while I watch his son. This man is the one whose eyes I've had at the club. And now he wants to make "arrangements". WTF?