No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The only person I knew who was into fish was Dustin, and considering my suspicions about him, I decided to tease, "Oh, your fish can understand human speech? That's cute. I just fed some fish that could actually do that before you caught yours." I said it just to rile him up.

Brown was the kind of guy whose competitive spirit was as fierce as a storm. You could tell by the way he was itching for a rematch after Ernest had him on the ropes last time.

He couldn't stand the thought of being second best.

"Is that so?" Brown smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The fish you fed probably only understood one thing: 'Time for Felicia's dinner.""

I was taken aback, fixing Brown with a stare, trying to figure out if he was pulling my leg or if Dustin really did that when feeding his fish.

The look of shock on my face must have been priceless because Brown burst into laughter.

And of course, I got the message loud and clear.

It seemed he knew Dustin well enough to be aware of how he fed his fish, even naming them after me.

"Come on, let me show you my fish. They don't just get people; they can bust a move too," Brown boasted, clearly someone who loved showing off and proving himself. He called out to his fish, "Time for the Moneybags to eat."

At his call, the fish congregated in an organized fashion, even forming patterns.

I was shocked. I didn't think they'd listen like that.

he chose for his fish, 'Moneybags,' certainly reflected his own

indeed working for Dustin,

behaved, aren't they?" Brown said proudly, feeding his fish while whistling a

having a great time

car engine approached. Though I

was sure it was

and look when Brown said

down my spine, and I fixated on Brown instead of checking who had

came in, Brown was still engrossed with his fish

a jab,

fish

was Ernest's immediate

heart twisted sharply at that. He really

in front of your girl,

was really rubbing salt in

said seriously, "Brown, let the

sneered, "Why would I

Ernest's blood to feed