Andy was really starting to drive me insane. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but unfortunately I had to endure all his crazy in order to make my dreams come true.

After the train wreck of a dinner I still invited him back to my place in hopes that maybe I could at least get a little action out of this whole ordeal. I flipped on the TV to check the status of tonight’s game before anything else.

Andy sat down beside me, “I can’t believe he missed that shot!”

I turned and looked at him quizzically, “How did you know he missed?” I asked as the TV replayed the player from the Knicks miss his last chance to score.

Andy ignored my question. Instead he stretched his long arms above his head allowing his abdominal muscles to peak through the gap between his lifted shirt and his low-rise pants. My eyes lingered.

He caught me staring and smirked, and then before I had the chance to repeat my question he launched himself on top of me, straddling me like a cowboy.

He caught me off guard but I was okay with it. He began unbuttoning my shirt with craze in his eyes. “Does Princess LuLu want to come out to play?” He said as he licked the side of my cheek playfully.

I was feeling hot already but my cock began to soften at the mention of Princess LuLu. “Princess LuLu?” I asked, confused.

He pointed down towards my crotch and giggled. “Yes, Princess LuLu,” he made a growling noise and began biting on my nipples.

“No, no,” I said after I came to the realization that Andy was referring to my cock as Princess LuLu. “You cannot name my…err member Princess Lulu.”

He stopped biting my nipples and lifted his head. “Yes I can, Benny. Don’t you think it makes for a nice Princess LuLu?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “No,” I corrected, “if you’re going to name it anything it has to be something manly,” I said the word manly in a deep masculine voice for emphasize. “It has to be something like Bruno or Thor or Andy the Warrior King.” The minute the words Andy the Warrior King left my mouth I knew I had made a giant mistake.

“Andy the Warrior King!” He squealed. “You want to name him after me? Ben you’re the sweetest!”

My head dropped in defeat; there was no way I was going to win this battle. He tried to kiss my chest again but I pushed him away.

“Listen, Andy, no offense, but any intention I had with you coming here is now lost if you know what I mean.”

He pushed out his bottom lip in a pout. “Whatever do you mean, Benny? Doesn’t little Andy the Warrior want to come out and play?”

“Due to humiliation he will not be coming out to play,” I sighed. I couldn’t believe the turn of direction this night had taken.

Andy sucked his lip back, smiled and jumped up off the couch. “Okay! Well in that case I better be going,” he leaned over me and pecked me on the cheek. “Bye Benny Boo!”

I watched him exit my apartment with a cheesy little wave then disappear. I sat on my couch dumbfounded. How did this amazing omega go from being outgoing, fun, and adorable to a psycho clingy nut-job?

As I watched him leave I realized I couldn’t let him leave on a negative note like that. I had to arrange plans for tomorrow to ensure to him that I was serious about this, even if my serious intentions were misguided.

I ran down the hall and caught him just as the elevator door was closing. “Andy,” my hand flew inside the elevator causing the door the halt. “You want to see me tomorrow?” His eyes widen at my proposal, it seemed like he was not expecting me to pursue him this much.

“Umm…okay!” he giggled an exaggerated giggle. “Of course I want to see you!”

“Perfect,” I puffed. “I’ll call you.”

“Not if I call you first!” He shouted as the door came to a close once again and he descended down the elevator.

Nothing is going to stand in the way of me and this account, I thought as I walked back to my door, not even a psycho, clingy, nut-job like Andy.

The next morning at work I told the boys about my horrific endeavor with Andy the night before. They patted my back and gave me words of encouragement to keep following through with this bet as we went over campaign slogans for the Florence Diamond’s account.

“Shiny, sparkly, crispy?” Tony listed off potential adjectives we could use for our campaign.

“No, those have all been used before, I need something original.” I collapsed down into my office chair in thought. Glen craned his neck, peering out through my office shutters, distracting me from thought.

“I think you have some company coming,” he looked back at me with a smug look and chuckled slightly.

I stood up from my chair and peered out the shutters along with him. “Crap,” I mouthed under my breath. It was Andy. He was wearing an awful plaid two-piece suit and was carrying a giant plant in a matching plaid pot.

He stormed in to my office without a care. “Benny Boo!” The sound of his voice made my skin crawl, but at second glance he did look really sexy, even in that horrendous plaid two-piece. Then I remembered he named my cock after himself and I cringed.

I watched Glen and Tony exchange looks. I wasn’t sure if it was because this was their first time seeing Andy and they realized just how sexy he really was, or if it was because the shrill tone of his voice instantly confirmed everything I had been saying about him was in fact true.

“Hello, Andy,” I awkwardly greeted back. “I was not expecting you.” I motioned towards the boys, “This is Tony and Glen.”

He stuck his hand out to greet them and placed the giant plant on top my desk, “Hi boys, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

They returned the handshake, trying desperately not to laugh from all the stories they had just heard me rant about.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, cutting to the chase of the reason for this spontaneously inappropriate visit.

“Well, I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to come bring you this,” he motioned towards the fern-like plant in the plaid pot sitting upon my desk.

“And what’s that?”

“It’s our love fern!” He exclaimed while smiling proudly.

“Love fern?” My stomach lurched. I couldn’t take any more of his craziness.

“Yes, silly. It’s a symbol of our love. If you water it and care for it, it will grow, just like our love will grow.”

I was completely mortified. Sure, it was a cute thought, maybe down the line five years from now, but it had been four freaking days! Andy began dressing the plant with tiny shimmering ornaments.

“And what’s that?” I dared to ask.

“Oh, you know just a little frosting for our baby.”

I shuddered when he said the word baby. He was really kicking me where it hurt when he mentioned baby. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but it still hurt nonetheless. Before I had a chance to recover from that hit Andy pulled out another surprise.

“Look what else!” He pulled a matching plaid dress shirt from his bag.

I cringed. Now what? I have to take family photos with him and the plant? I thought as my stomach flip-flopped trying to recover from the painful memory that I most likely will never have an actual family of my own to cover in plaid.

Glen must have noticed my face change at the mention of a child and cut in, “Well, Andy, it was really nice to finally meet you but we have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh okay,” he agreed whimsically, “I’ll get going, just don’t forget to water our little love-fern,” he started to make his way to the door, “and keep him frosted!” He shouted from the reception then disappeared down the hall.

Frosted, I played around with the word for a moment. Frost yourself. Yes, that was going to be the new slogan for the Florence Diamond campaign.