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The Bet (Completed)

The Bet (Completed)

Author:Honesty577

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Billionaire

Introduction
When Jason and Darrelle make a bet involving Darrell's dating life, he thought it would be easy since women were usually his strong suit. What he didn't know is that he would end up with Nia Graham, a lawyer who became well known after defending a wrongly accused black man. Nia had been by herself for so long without a man, she had learned to live without one, her independent nature makes it difficult for Darrelle. Darrelle stays persistent knowing that the Preston deal would be his greatest deal yet, but when Darrelle finds himself falling for Nia will he end the bet? Sneak Peak "What about her?" Andre asked. "Who?" I asked he motioned to a group of women specifically the one sitting down, I couldnt really see her because of the dim lights and the group of friends she had around her. "No," "Why not?" Jason asked I took another sip before saying. "She is sitting with her friends," "And?" Andre asked. "Her friends are drunk," "And?" Jason asked confused. "She is the only one with a beer and look at how she continuously checks her phone every five second," "And?" "The beer isn't strong which means she is the designated driver her friends are drunk which means she has to leave soon, and the phone just shows that she would rather be anywhere but here, like she has much more important things to do. Which let's me know she probably won't give me the time of day because I'm not the most important thing in her life right now," "She is the one, she is the one you got to date"
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  Darrelle's POV

  "And you think I don't know that,"

  "I'm just saying man, she should've gotten another night," Jason replied jogging beside me.

  "Well you ain't got to worry about that you're married," I replied.

  "Yes but our job is to live through you," he fired back and I chuckled as we began to walk, grabbing my towel from the back pocket of my shorts wiping my face.

  "I think you guys are forgetting that it's my dick, so I get the pleasure of deciding if I want to fuck Trina today and Stephanie tomorrow, "

  "I know your mother raised you better," Jason said as we walked to the truck.

  "I agree with the man," Andre said siding with me.

  "Of course you would you're both hoes," Jason pointed out I laughed stopping at the truck.

  "The usual," I said handing the man the money, he nodded walking deeper into the truck.

  "Don't your dick hurt," Jason joked making me laugh, I grabbed our drinks handing them out as we walked to our usual seats.

  "I think you are incapable of having a serious relationship," he said once we sat down.

  "And you're right,"

  "You're something else man,"

  "I just think that relationships are a waste of time,"

  "How can you know if you've never been in one,"

  "I have,"

  "High school and University don't count,"

  "Alright so maybe it's been a while," I laughed he chuckled.

  "I bet you can't date a girl for more than a month,"

  "I can but I don't see what I would gain out of being with the same girl for a month," I said chuckling.

  "You can't,"

  "Wanna bet on that?" I asked leaning back in the chair.

  "Alright, if you and your dick can be in a relationship with one woman, no side hoes just fucking, talking, dating doing everything with one woman; I will set you up with the Preston deal,"

  "You serious?" I asked knowing that deal was worth more than every deal I made for the last two years and would probably give me the big break I needed as an architect.

  "Yeah, I'm serious,"

  "And what do you get out of this?" I asked curiously.

  "I get to see my best friend happy an-"

  "But your best friend is happy right now,"

  "No he is okay he doesn't know what happiness is,"

  "And being married is happiness,"

  "Are we making the bet or not?" He asked.

  "We are," I replied chuckling, I looked over to Andre who was shaking his head in disapproval.

  "I raised you better,"

  "You made him a hoe, " Jason said laughing.

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