THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 72's. The Suspected Already 3
"Why is that?"
"My profession now is pole dancer, and you're the director of a military contracting company, are we the same? We're in a different world, I'm in the crust of the earth you're in the sky." I said it with a laugh, it's a reality I've received well.
"I don't look at him that way."
"You're good to me. I know you never patronize my profession but for others it's a comparison." Who else can get an abnormal date with this director once a week. Not even his best friend has a privilege like me. I was lucky. But still beyond all his good behavior we were just friends.
"If others look at it that way, it's up to them but I don't." He asserted our friend's unique position again, I think it will be only until he has a lover who really fits him.
"Yes I know you're not so calm. Our food has come let's eat."
"So you and Nicholai really didn't sleep together?" He asked for more clarity, my God how many times I had to tell him.
"Geez, Francoise how many times do I have to tell you we're just dance partners, when in the NYC Ballet the only one with such a relationship with me is Matthew."
"Who's Matthew?" His troubled face began to show again. But he used to tell me his women, I shouldn't be able to tell my best friend either.
"He's my best friend, my friend. Only difference is we're best friends, not you're just friends in good times."
"Until now?" It seemed that he felt the need to know in detail all of his stories.
"Of course not, I'm not there anymore. After all, in recent years she's had a boyfriend, so we don't have that kind of relationship anymore. But I don't know I haven't heard she's married, who knows she's still expecting me."
"Francoise, ahh you're here by chance." The voice of the woman making me look. A perfect dark brunette beautiful woman, beautiful latin woman with perfect filler lips, full chest, slim waist, expensive appearance.
One of his best friends. I don't know what his name is, maybe as he said many are willing to date him.
"Carmella, you're here too." He recognized that they seemed to have a good relationship. Maybe this woman came here because she wanted to ask him out.
"Over time we don't have dinner together."
"Yes, it's been a long time. How are you."
"I'm as good as you can see, who is this? Your lover?" He looked at me from top to bottom with my appearance at the time even with an oversized blue blouse and jeans, I just returned from shopping groceries at the supermarket. Clearly not his match. I can read the look of disdain from this beautiful girl.
"Ohh, I'm not Mr. Francoise's colleague, we don't have the romantic relationship you thought." I immediately denied giving them space.
"I thought you were lovers."
"Not at all." Take your lover I'm just his friend I won't fight with you.
"Franco, have dinner with me tomorrow." I pretended not to see my phone busy as she sat in the chair next to Franco.