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.

fish, 'Moneybags,' certainly

for Dustin, it was

Brown said proudly, feeding his fish while whistling a tune, playing along with

a great time

the sound of a car

I was sure

said chillingly, "Moneybags, how about a drink of

I fixated on Brown instead of checking

Ernest came in, Brown was still engrossed with

resist a

fish are

Yolande?" was Ernest's immediate

at that.

"Worried about another woman right in

was really rubbing salt in

said seriously, "Brown, let the others go.

would

had just mentioned using Ernest's blood