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Chapter Three
You Can Tell Me Anything

Rosalie POV

"Bye, Blondie!" Jacob yelled.

"It's Rosalie, you dip shit!" I sneered back.

I had never met someone who frustrated me as much as he did. I had hardly known him for two weeks and I already hated the guy.

"Whatever, Blondie."

I narrowed my eyes and looked over at him. He was by his motorbike. It was a 1990 Suzuki GSX 1100 FL Katana from the looks of it and in nice shape. I supposed that he worked on it. He always came to the shop on his bike and I had only once seen him drive his car here. The Chevy was a rusty red color and needed some more work, but it was still pretty nice.

I wondered how we had so much in common, but at the same time we were so different.

What does it matter what we have in common?

It matters because you sorta like him, right?

I just said I hated him.

Whatever.

He gave me his stupid bright white smile, making me want to punch his face in, again, for probably the hundredth time in the last two weeks.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head while I got into the Audi, pulling out of the parking lot after Jacob. He sped off and I went in the opposite direction, driving to Alice's house.

In the last two weeks that I had been working at Black Mechanics, I used Alice's house to shower and change before going home. I never knew when Dad might be home so I could never arrive back dirty or he would know what I was doing.

Alice had the door unlocked, knowing I'd be arriving now.

"I have arrived!" I called, smiling to myself at how I sounded.

Alice poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled, "Hey! How was work?" she asked.

"Alright." I shrugged my answer and took off my shoes at the door so I wouldn't dirty her white carpet.

"You want anything to eat?" Alice asked. I was surprised she didn't tease me about Jacob yet. She was convinced I had a little crush on the boss's son.

Pft! Yeah right.

"No thanks. It's Monday, remember? Daddy/Daughter date night." I laughed, "You'd think he'd know by now that I've outgrown stuff like this." I shook my head thinking about Dad.

"It's sweet. He just wants to make sure you two spend time with each other. I wish my parents were like that... Actually, I kinda wish your dad would ask me out... He's always been my DILF crush." Alice smirked.

I shook my head, this time at her, and rolled my eyes, "Don't be gross, Alice. It doesn't suit you." I informed, leaving her to her thoughts and walking to her guest room.

"That's right, you're the gross one! Thinking about fucking Jacob on top of one of those dirty cars! Poor guy! Boys like to be romanced too, you know!"

Ah, there we go. The Jacob comment of the day.

I laughed and ignored her as I stepped into the guest room.

I had some clean clothes waiting for me and took a quick shower, washing all the dirt off my body and finally smelling nice and clean after twenty minutes. I changed and thanked Alice before leaving and going home.

I parked in the garage again, not seeing Dad's Lexus.

I made my way into the house and saw a note sitting for me on one of the tables. Dad and I always left each other notes on that specific table when we had something to tell the other.

Rosie,

I'll pick you up at seven. I made a reservation at Buritini II tonight.

Love, Dad.

I had an hour to kill, so I called up Bella to check in on her. Alice and I visited every couple of days and I couldn't wait until Nessie was old enough so I could baby-sit for them. She was the sweetest baby ever.

Bella was doing really well. She told me Nessie was actually taking a nap so she and Edward were spending some time together catching up on their television shows.

"Yeah, is that what the parents are calling it these days?" I teased, not believing them for a second.

She laughed and told me to stop teasing, then said she'd see me this weekend. I left her to it. I was happy for her, but really jealous. I wanted someone to love and I wanted someone to have babies with. I had to remind myself I was only twenty-three, I had plenty of time.

Buritini II was kind of a really classy place, so I decided I should probably take this time to get ready. I pulled my hair into a nice ponytail and fixed my make up, pulling out a purple dress I had yet to wear.

By seven I was ready and Dad was beeping for me to come out.

I made my way out to his car and smiled when I got in. He gave me a half smile before leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Hey, Daddy. How was work?" I asked. Maybe he was just upset because he had a hard day.

"Fine." He looked forward and drove out our long driveway. I knew him well enough to know not to talk now. He wasn't in the best mood, so I looked out the window while he drove and stayed quiet the whole way.

He got the valet to park the car and opened my door, taking my hand and leading me to the front door. I waited by his side while he told the host our name.

"Of course, Mister Hale. We have your regular table waiting for you." He said, "Evening, Miss Hale." The man smiled at me and I smiled back, giving him a quiet hello.

We were seated and left alone to look over the menu. Dad ordered himself wine and water for me, asking for two of tonight's specials.

Okay, now I knew something was really wrong because he only ever ordered for me when he was angry.

I took the chance and glance up at him. He was looking at me, stiff in his suit from work and his eyes seemed tired from the long day. I swallowed and debated on if I should look away.

"How was your day, Rosalie?"

Oh, no 'Rosie'? Yep, he was pissed.

I was ninety-nine percent sure he knew what I had been up to the last two weeks. What else could he possibly be angry about?

"It was fine." I nodded, looking down into my lap and fixing the napkin to sit perfectly flat, folding it a few times and ironing it out with my hands.

"Fix some cars, did you?" Dad's voice was tense and I could tell he knew he made a mistake by choosing to come here tonight. He wanted to yell at me, but he couldn't.

I swallowed down my fear and looked him in the eye again, "I wanted to tell you, but I knew you wouldn't be happy." I spoke quietly, my eyes pleading with his.

"I want you to quit and forget about this." He sat back in his chair like his decision was made and this conversation was over.

"Daddy, please... I love what I'm doing. Please don't take this from me just because you don't understand?" I couldn't lose this job now, not now that I had the satisfaction of fixing things almost every single day.

I had become myself more in the last two weeks than I had ever been before. This was what made me happy.

"We're done talking about this, Rosalie." He spoke with a flat tone, thanking our waiter when he brought us our salads and drinks.

Fuck this! I'm twenty-three, I can make my own decisions.

"Daddy, I'm twenty-three years old, you have to deal with the fact that I'm gonna do what I want now. You can't tell me to quit. I choose to work there, and I love it there. Like it or not, I'm not going to quit." I stood up for myself, because damn it, no one was going to take this from me, not even the man that raised me.

He sighed and was about to say something, but I interrupted.

"Dad, I've done everything you've ever told me to do. I went to college for what you wanted. Let me do what makes me happy now, please?"

"How can this make you happy? You can have whatever you want. How could you want this?" Half his wine was gone and his salad went untouched.

"Like I said, not everyone understands why something makes someone else happy... but I am, I really am... and I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just knew you'd be disappointed." I shrugged and pushed my salad around the plate with my fork.

"Doug came into my office, asking me how I felt about my only girl working at that... business. Do you know how stupid I looked when I told him I had no idea what he was talking about?" His breathing had deepened and he was now staring at me more intensely.

I dropped my fork down onto the plate and sat up straighter, "I'm sorry," I told him, not having any other words.

He was quiet, for far too long. The food even came out and we started eating in silence. I wondered what was going through his mind and felt really nervous. My stomach was doing flips and the food was anything but appetizing right now.

When I was half way through the dish, I stopped, because I think I was going to be sick with worry over him.

"Daddy..."

His eyes locked with mine again, making me stop.

"Are you okay?" I finally managed to ask.

"I'm not happy, but that clearly doesn't matter to you, so do whatever you want... Since you're an adult now, I really did expect you to make wiser decisions..."

"Dad," I sighed, feeling like a total shit. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to be proud no matter who I chose to be.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, Rosalie. Your mind is made up, I understand that... Now, I wanted to ask you to attend this event I have to go to on Friday. There's someone I want you to meet. At least do that for me." He sounded calmer than earlier and I was so happy that he wasn't going to make me quit that I agreed on the spot.

After a couple of minutes of letting it process in my mind I asked, "Who is it that you want me to meet?"

"You'll see. I don't want to tell you. It's kind of a surprise, I guess." He finally smiled again, this time it was a little warmer than before in the car.

I nodded and didn't question any further.

The waiter came around and asked if we were finished. We both were. Dad ordered a coffee and asked me if I wanted anything for dessert. I felt like I could breathe again, he was letting me order my own food. This was good.

I got a fruit crepe and ate about half of it with the rest of my water. The silence was still a bit stiff, but when Dad kissed my temple and helped me out of my seat, things seemed to be getting back to normal.

We drove home and made small chit chat about what was on the radio. I was okay with him not asking any questions about my work. We weren't so comfortable with the whole thing yet, and hopefully that would change sometime soon.

Once in the house, Dad stood before me and sighed, brushing the back of his hand over my cheek and kissing my forehead, "I do love you. You're my everything and I just worry about you sometimes."

I quickly wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his chest. I loved him so much, he was such a great dad and I felt so horrible for keeping this from him for so long. I didn't really want to, I just felt like I had to.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I really am." I took in a shaky breath.

"I know, I know... I want you to have whatever you want. I'll try to deal with it if this is really what you want," he told me, kissing the top of my head.

I nodded and told him I loved him, he was the best dad ever. I was lucky to have him. I actually felt really relieved that I didn't have to lie to him anymore. Things were perfect all around now.

"Thank you." I smiled and pulled away.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I just don't want us to have any secrets. You can tell me anything."

I nodded, "I know," I sighed.

He sighed too and held my shoulders for a second before finally letting me go. "I'm going out. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed my forehead one more time before leaving again.

I stood there for a few seconds, amazed at how well that actually went. I didn't even have a bad feeling or anything. I smiled and let out a deep breath, walking up the stairs to my room and kicking my heels off.

I lifted the dress over my head and pulled my hair out of the ponytail as I walked into my bathroom and then filled the tub, sitting on the edge and pouring a whole lot of bubbles in.

Once it was finally full, I stripped out of my underwear and got into the soothing water, dipping my head under before coming back up and pushing my hair back and relaxing.

I closed my eyes, feeling somewhat frustrated that Jacob popped to mind. I didn't really enjoy the fact that I found him attractive. I never enjoyed the fact that I liked guys who were bad for me, and he was bad on so many levels.

For starters he was an asshole and we fought about everything and anything. Billy had to even put a ban on us talking one of the days.

Second, if anything was to actually happen between us, I know dad wouldn't be as understanding as he was about the job.

I was expected to date someone as high up and rich as we were. Dad would never accept someone like Jacob. It wasn't that he was a racist, it was just the money issue, I guess.

Maybe the only reason I thought about Jacob was because he was forbidden in a way. Maybe it was because, as much as I liked to think I hated all the bickering, I actually loved it. It kind of excited me.

I pictured us fighting for dominance in my bed. I pictured his head between my thighs while I sat on the hood of one of the cars at work, and soon my own hand was between my legs, my teeth biting down on my lip as I tried not to make any sounds.

My head fell back on the edge of the tub as my knees spread a little wider and my hand worked furiously to bring me some release. It had been too long since I last had sex, I was getting so frustrated.

It's just that his pretty face would look so nice between my legs... and...

"Oh..."

God! Yes!

A small moan escaped as I pressed my legs together, my hand now squished in between them.

"Fuck..." I breathed, relaxing into the now slightly warmer water.

This was not good. Not good at all.

Author's Note: So, who's up for a real lemon? Oh, and don't be fooled, this isn't the last of Alexander... And I wonder who Daddy wants her to meet? All will be answered in time, but coming up next - A good amount of wet Jacob. I'll leave you with that thought and I hope you leave me with a review.