Belinda crossed her arms. “What do you mean ‘me’? If you’re as great as you claim, Mr. Dominic, then why are you on a blind date?”
Dominic erupted. He slapped the table and stood up. “If it weren’t for our parents’ friendship, do you think I’d bother meeting an old maid like you?”
“Who are you calling an old maid? I'm younger than you! If anything, you're the one who's getting old, and you’re still single!" Belinda shot back.
Dominic, unable to retort, let his temper flare and reached for his glass of lemonade, ready to splash it at her. Suddenly, a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
Belinda was already bracing for the splash, but it never came. She looked up in surprise, only to see Chase.
Chase stopped Dominic’s hand, took the lemonade, and smoothly poured it into a nearby trash bin.
Dominic looked at the newcomer, then at his empty glass. Irritated, he asked, “Who are you to be wasting my drink?”
Chase placed the empty glass back on the table, smirking. “I just hate seeing a grown man trying to splash a lady with a drink.”
Dominic, several inches shorter than Chase, who was six-foot-two, felt a sting to his ego. He retorted. "I'm arguing with my woman. It’s none of your business! Mind your own!"
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