Ten Pennies and a Dime

By Della M. Marie

Amber has the perfect life as a single stay-at-home mother of two athletic and talented sons. She spends most of her days tanning, working out, shopping, and having coffee with friends while the boys are in school. She is a socialite in her community, one with a nice size trust fund which allows her the comfortable life that she has, but something is missing. She misses excitement and the closeness of a man and desperately wants to be married again. So she sets out to find Mr. Right by setting up an online dating profile. She has no idea what to expect but is up for the challenge. Will she find her soul mate, the dime she is searching for?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781684564613

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Ten Pennies and a Dime

Della Marie

Copyright © 2019 Della Marie

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2019

ISBN 978-1-68456-460-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68456-461-3 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Bing! I grabbed my phone to check my online dating messages. New message from Cityboy4life is the first thing I saw. My heart started to beat a little faster. What does he want? I thought to myself. I hadn’t heard from him since our relationship went south that one disastrous night six months prior. I remember it like it was yesterday. After we had made love, Dave fell asleep, and I made the now regrettable choice to check my online messages. In the middle of me doing so, Dave woke up and said, Are you on the dating website?

I looked over at him and said, Go back to sleep. He attempted to do so and lay on his chest as I hurried to put my phone back down. Needless to say, he did not go back to bed. Instead, we started talking. I can’t really remember about what to be exact, but what I do recall is the deep irritation in his voice. The next thing I knew, he said something, I said something, then he dropped the bomb on me. He looked me dead in my eyes and said, It’s not like I’m in love with you!

Instantly, my heart sank into my chest, and I responded with the only truth I had left, Well, it’s not like you have ever satisfied me! His face turned white. Then I followed with, Matter of fact, you can get the fuck out of my house!

He got up from my king-size bed and began grabbing his clothes as he asked, Are you going to walk me out?

I replied, No.

Are you going to lock the door?

I responded very rudely, Don’t worry about what I’m doing. You just need to worry about leaving! That was the last time I saw or heard from him, until tonight.

I opened the message. It read, You are too cute. Hope all is well.

I responded with, I’m great. Got a boob job eight weeks ago.

He replied, Why did you do that? Your breasts were perfect.

I responded, Because I wanted to.

He wrote back, Can I see?

I replied, Text me.

A minute later I got a text message from Dave saying, Hi, its Dave.

I replied with two sexy photos of my five-nine, athletic, tan, tattoo-covered naked body with perfectly perky H-cup porn-star breasts. My bright red hair was curled perfectly, flowing all the way down to the bottom of my butt. My makeup done up like a Barbie doll with the longest eyelashes you could purchase at any makeup store. The photos were hot and I’m sure drove him crazy!

The next message he sent read, You look amazing as always. You are so beautiful.

I replied, Thank you. What do you think about my boobies?

He responded, They look great… I want to kiss them!

I replied with, Is that all you want?

He responded with, Not at all. I want more than that. I am finally buying a house. I should be in by the end of the month. I do miss you and your yummy kisses.

I replied, I miss you too. Congratulations on the house. I’m proud of you.

There was a quick pause in between Dave’s next reply. Do you really miss me?

I didn’t hesitate and replied, I really do miss you. Do you really miss me?

He replied promptly, Yes, I do.

I sent him a kiss character, and he replied with, Mmmm, I love your kisses. Can’t wait for more. When can I get some?

I responded, I don’t know.

He replied with Soon I hope.

I texted, When do you want them?

He texted back, Tonight.

My only response was LOL. He replied back with a smiley face with heart-shaped eyes. That was when our conversation turned more serious.

I text back with, Maybe we can go out on a date sometime, then go from there. We kind of went backward last time, and it didn’t turn out so good.

He replied, Yes, you had a little freak attack on me.

I responded, You hurt my feelings when you said you weren’t in love with me. I knew our relationship wasn’t serious at the time, but to hear you say that really hurt. I really liked you, and I felt like you didn’t want me.

He replied with, When I am in love with someone, I will get married. I do love you, though.

I responded, I understand. I wasn’t in love with you either. I was in like with you, but you didn’t need to break my heart like you did. You make it seem like I wasn’t the girl for you that’s why I was done. I didn’t want to waste my time or yours. You love me? What does that mean?

He replied, I never said I didn’t like you. I always liked you and always was excited to see you, and yes, I love you as a person—your feelings, family, well-being, etc.

I replied, Well, thank you, Dave.

He replied, You’re welcome.

There was another pause, then I texted, I’m really happy that you messaged me tonight.

He replied, Me also.

I responded with, I’ve always thought about you.

He replied, Yes, me too.

Then I said something I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to tell him, I regret how things went between us. If I could go back and change things, I would change everything.

He replied with, It’s okay. You don’t need to change anything. Things happen for certain reasons.

Then I opened up a little more and texted, I learned a lot about myself from what happened between us. It made me a better woman.

He replied, I made you better? Is that a good thing?

I responded, Yes.

He replied, And how is that?

I texted, I didn’t realize how insecure I was until I kicked you out of my house. Now I’m confident in who I am and what I am. I didn’t really respect men before, but now I do. And I wasn’t ready for a relationship when we were dating. Now I am.

There was another short pause, and then he replied, I hope so. The next message he sent was, What does your schedule look like?

I responded with, I’m free whenever.

He replied with, Okay. That was the end of our conversation.

I went back to doing laundry with a huge smile on my face. Mom! yelled Tommy, my youngest son. He was ten years old, five-two, stocky, and strong. He had the cutest chipmunk-looking cheeks that looked adorable against his soft almond skin and handsome smile. Zach just punched me and is being a jerk! Zach was my oldest. He was sixteen, five-eleven, slender, yet muscular with dark-tan skin tone and jet-black hair. He favored Bruce Lee in the face but rocked a fade haircut. He was my football, wrestling, and track-and-field star athlete and honor student. He was also a pain in my side and mama’s boy. Both the boys did not look like me at all!

Zach! How many times have I told you to leave your brother alone? You better knock it off! You boys need to get your homework done.

They both replied, Yes, ma’am.

Yes, ma’am, was a typical response from both the boys whenever they found themselves in a situation with me they didn’t want to be in—that or eye-eye caption. I returned to folding the clothes and thought about Dave some more.

Dave and I didn’t have the typical dating relationship. We had met two and a half years prior on the dating website. He had sent me a message. I had viewed his profile and thought he was cute from his profile photo. From there, we had a brief conversation that led to him asking for my phone number. I gave it to him, and shortly after, he sent me a text message. We exchanged head shots, and that’s when we both were smitten with each other. Granted, Dave was tall, dark, and handsome with a chiseled face and luscious lips looking almost like a Ken doll; but there was something more captivating about him. It was in his eyes. They were big, they were blue, and they appeared to show that he was true. Apparently, he had felt the same way about my eyes because he sent a text that said, You are gorgeous. You have the most beautiful green eyes.

I responded, Thank you. You are handsome.

He replied with, Would you like to have dinner with me?

I responded, Yes, when?

He texted back, Saturday at 7 p.m.

I replied, See you then.

That was the beginning of our untraditional, unofficial relationship that lasted two years and ended with me kicking him out of my house half naked.

When Friday rolled around, I got cold feet and decided to cancel my date with Dave. I was just too nervous for one, and number two, I wasn’t sure. I had a lot going on inside me emotionally because of my past marriage. Even though other people told me I was a bombshell, I felt so insecure and unattractive. I didn’t want Dave to think I was blowing him off, so I decided to do the next best thing. I made up a little white lie and used one of my kids as a way out. Probably not the best tactic, but it was all I had at the time. I texted Dave and told him that one of the boys wasn’t feeling well and I wouldn’t be able to make dinner and if I could get a rain check. He told me that it would be no problem and that we would get together another time. I didn’t hear from him for a few days, but then I got a text message from him a few days later checking on me and my son. Hey, gorgeous, is your son feeling better?

I responded, Yes. Thanks for asking. He’s doing well.

He replied, When can I see you?

I responded, I don’t know. I’m kind of busy. I just got a cat. I sent him a photo of my new kitten.

He replied, Cute. Do you even have time for a man?

I texted back with, I have time for the right man. I’ll get back to you.

He replied, Yes, let me know when you have time for dinner. I would really love to see you.

I responded, I will. Have a great day, handsome.

I wasn’t really sure if I was ready to start dating again. I have left my ex last year, and our divorce had just become final last month. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a relationship, but I did want to start dating. I was so nervous though. The dating scene scared me. One thing I did know is that I was thirty-two years old and in my prime. I needed to get laid, so I wanted to at least find a lover if nothing else. On Dave’s profile, it said he was seriously looking for a relationship, but I wondered if he would be willing to settle for a lover instead. That’s if I had the guts to meet him.

I wasn’t on the dating website not even a week, and I had received over four hundred messages. It was overwhelming. I deleted most of the messages and responded to the few cute ones that had promising profiles of being a good man. I had a notorious addiction to picking douchebags time after time. My father used to tell me, You sure know how to pick ’em.

I started talking to the other guys and were asked out on dates. I decided to give one guy a try. He asked me to have dinner with him, but I suggested coffee. I figured coffee would be a great way to get out of there quickly if the date wasn’t going so well. We made plans for Saturday morning. I got ready as I usually did, full Barbie makeup with Hollywood eyelashes, curled my hair, and put on this really cute hot pink short-sleeved skater dress that make my H-cup boobies look amazing and showed my tattoo sleeves and tan legs off perfectly. I wore flats because I didn’t want to overdo it; it was just coffee. My lipstick matched my dress though.

I arrived at the coffee shop on time. Ben was sitting there waiting for me. As soon as I walked through the door, his face light up, and he came up to me and gave me a huge hug. Amber! It’s so nice to finally meet you. You look gorgeous! You look better than your photos. I’m so happy you came!

I smiled and hugged him back. Thank you, Ben, you look handsome. He was tall, fair skin, huge muscle, and a handsome face. Ben was a professional bodybuilder. He had won many competitions on a national level. I was for sure attracted to him instantly as soon as he hugged me. He bought me coffee, and we sat down and had a really good conversation. I talked about my sons; he talked about bodybuilding. You could tell that he was nervous though. I thought it was cute. We sat there for two hours having coffee. Time flew. After I realized how long we had stayed there, I let him know I needed to leave, and he said, Okay, sorry I kept you so long. I just love being with you. Can I see you again?

I answered, Yes, I would like that.

He said, Great! How about this Wednesday at seven? I can pick you up.

I replied, Yes, I would like that. I’ll text you my address. He smiled and grabbed my hand and walked me to my car. He wrapped his oversize muscular arms around my tiny waist, and I could instantly feel the sexual electricity flow through my body. He kissed me passionately, and I was turned on.