"Say what?" David looked at her as if she was speaking a foreign language.
"Do me a favor David," Kalista said, "Don't play stupid with me. I know my father promised me to Adam,"
"Who in the hell told you some stupid nonsense like that?"
Kalista gave a grin, "Do you really have to ask?"
David arched an eyebrow, "I'm asking, aren't I?"
"Well if you don't know I'll tell,"
"Lista," David started.
"Adam did of course."
"What in the fuck," David pinched the bridge of his nose, "Kalista,"
"Save it David," she said, "He already told me all about the day of my birth and all about the proposition my dad made you all," she paused, "of course you didn't hold up your end,"
"What?"
"David," she drew his name out like a coax.
"What?"
"You were supposed to get me to trust Adam. But I don't trust the fucker any further than I can throw him,"
"Lista,"
"Hold up a minute David, I'm not done," she smiled at him again, "In fact the only person you got me to trust is you,"
"Why me?"
"Because you're the only one who didn't act like he had an ulterior motive," Kalista shrugged.
"Now Lista,"
"You weren't afraid to punish me when I was bad," Kalista gave a sly grin.
David loosened his tie, "Now you stop that or I'll turn you over my knee,"
"I always knew you were kinky,"
"It's hard not to be when I have had to live with you," Dave let slip.
Damn it!
"Um excuse me," Kalista burst out laughing, "I'm sorry if I'm the reason for your kink,"
"Lista,"
"Take me somewhere David," she purred against him, "I don't want to be here anymore,"
"Lista,"
"David please," she laid a sweet kiss on his cheek, "please,"
David sighed, he got the feeling he was going to regret this, "Go get dressed, we leave in 30 minutes."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she whirled for his benefit.
One if you wear that for much longer I'm going to pounce on you like a lioness on a damn gazelle.
"David,"
And it's not appropriate for what I've had in mind.
"We're going somewhere special dysi," he scooted her along, "Now go,"
-
"Chyren I don't give a damn how much she trusts him he has to go," Adam shrieked.
"First of all calm the fuck down when you're in my presence," Chyren said quietly, "Second of all, what the hell are you talking about?"
"He's stealing my wife away from me,"
"First of all playboy, she's not your wife yet," Chyren said, "Secondly, what are you so worried about? You're doing your job right?"
"Of course I am," Adam said, "She couldn't ask for more,"
Oh she could ask for it alright and she's not going to ask for it from you.
"Sure about that?" Chyren asked.
"Of course I'm sure," Adam scoffed, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh no reason," Chyren shrugged as he looked out the window of his office. He watched his daughter as she hopped into David's Ferrari, "No reason at all,"
Adam pulled at his blonde hair, "Chyren this wasn't apart of the plan,"
"You got that shit right," Chyren said quietly.
"So what are we going to do about it?" Adam asked, "I care about your daughter Chyren,"
Do you care about her or do you care about her money? I wonder what in the fuck I was thinking to promise my child off to the likes of you.
"Adam I think I'm going to ease off her being affianced for a little while," Chyren said still having turned to face Adam yet.
"What?!" Adam yelled, "Chyren, why?"
"Because I want to see just how far David is willing to go with this,"
"So you admit he's trying to step in on my territory?" Adam pulled out his gun clicking his mag, "I'll be damned,"
"Adam Joseph, you put that fucking gun away this instant."
"Chyren,"
"Chyren my ass, does no one know how to do anything without a gun these days?"
"That's something else I've been meaning to talk to you about," Adam said, "I'm not sure how comfortable I am with Kalista carrying."
Chyren turned on Adam, "I beg your pardon?"
"It's just that carrying a gun is a bit dangerous and,"
"And my daughter has been carrying a weapon since she was 12,"
"But you know Kalista's temper,"
"Kalista's never pulled her weapon without reason," Chyren said, he studied Adam carefully. What he said was the truth; Kalista was extremely comfortable with herself. She had taken martial arts at the highest of levels. Being the daughter of Chyren Mozovelli one never knew when she would have to defend herself, hence the gun. But for him to want her to be without it, "She's pulled it on you, hasn't she?"
Adam balked, "No," he lied, "Why would she do that?"
"Baby I'm sorry," he said to the girl holding the side of her face.
Kalista pulled her fire arm, "Not half as sorry as I'm going to make you." She said in a whisper. Kalista whispered a lot when she was sad or angry; it was her way of controlling her emotions.
"Kally baby please,"
"Don't call me by that sickening ass nick name," Kalista let the sting on the side of her face rule her.
"Kalista,"
"Adam I have half of mind to kill you right here,"
"Kalista you have to understand,"
"Understand what motherfucker?" she seethed, "Where I need to shoot you?"
"Kalista please," Adam pleaded with her. She saw the fear in his eyes and that's what made her withdraw her weapon.
"Adam let me make something very clear," she said clicking the safety back onto the gun, "I don't take well to being hit," she slid the gun up the side of his face, "if you ever put your hands on me again," she pointed the gun to his temple, "without a second thought,"
"Adam, I don't know what's going on between you and Lissie but I do know this," Chyren said slowly looking Adam in the eye, "if you've done anything to hurt my baby,"
"Chyren what are you saying?" Adam asked.
"I think you already know," Chyren turned his back and waited for Adam to leave.
He watched David and Kalista pull off.
Now what in the hell am I going to do about them?
-
"How's this?" Kalista asked David.
He noticed her nervous habit. She wrung her hands nervously as David made her nervous lately. She didn't know how to treat him lately now that grew into her new skin. Kalista looked beautiful in an ice blue floor length gown with silver sandals. The gown hugged her curves gracefully with her hair hand piled on her head in tendrils. He smiled when he saw she wore the diamond pendant that he had bought for her fourteenth birthday around her neck.
"You look beautiful dysi,"
She blushed, "Thank you."
When they pulled up to the hotel her eyes got about as wide as a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh my God, this is where we're going?"
"Sure is," he pulled up, "Lista do me a favor,"
"What is it?"
"Go ahead in without me," David said, "I have something to attend to first.
"David,"
"Lista trust me," he said, "just go into the restaurant and you'll have no problems, trust me,"
Reluctantly Kalista walked in the Tramonto hotel without David on her arm. She stood next to the door and people watched. It was good to be out in public by herself for once. She slipped her hand into her handbag feeling the butt of her gun. Just in case. She watched as David walked into the door. Though she was just in the car with him she still drew in a breath, he looked spectacular black pin stripped with a matching ice blue dress shirt. People greeted him as if he owned the place. People scurried to get him everything he asked for.
He stopped short at the restaurant and handed her a white lily and kissed her cheek. "Honey why are you standing here," he went the maitre d, "Henry is there a problem?"
"Mr. Batista," he gasped, "Your usual table for you and the lady sir," the maitre-d said with a smile, "And Mr. Batista, with such lovely company for once,"
"David,"
"Yes Lista,"
"Baby they treat you like you own the place," she smiled, "I feel like a queen."
He smiled a smile, "I'll let you in on a little secret," he spun her around the a nearby wall, "Look,"
Tramonto hotel and restaurant, David M. Batista proprietor and founder.
"Oh my God David," she shrieked.
"Shh Lista," he said, "It's not that big a deal,"
"Not that big a deal?" she said genuinely impressed, "Does my dad know?"
"I guess," he shrugged, "your father knows everything that goes on with us. But I didn't tell him, no,"
"I'm impressed."
"You are?" David asked.
"Oh yeah. Adam would've never had the balls to do something like this," she gushed.
You got that shit right, David thought to himself, and that's why I did it. And that's why I brought you here.
"All he can do is hang around my daddy's balls all day,"
"Lista!"
"Well it's true,"
David swatted her on the behind, "I don't know what I'm going to do about you,"
She smirked and cuddled up to him, "I'm sure you'll think of something,"
This girl is begging for me to take advantage of her. Of course if Adam isn't doing his job I can take her off his hands. Lista deserved better than him anyway.
"Let's go eat,"
"Good because I'm starved,"
The couple sat down to a meal of linguini pasta, with chicken and garden vegetables served with white wine. The waitress then brought out a slice of Oreo cookie cheese cake, Kalista's favorite.
Kalista smiled, "You remembered."
"Of course I did,"
"David,"
"Hmmm," he asked as he fed her a forkful of cheesecake.
She took in the cheesecake with ease, letting the fork slide from between her lightly glossed lips. She chewed slowly like she was in heaven, letting her tongue slide across her lips catching the excess flavor.
"Why can't we get married?"