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Ch. 3 First Date With the One I Should Hate

"I'm late, I'm late," I said, running around my room, trying to get my outfit finished.

"You're not pregnant are you," Auntie said, poking her head in the door. I shook my head.

"My date. I'm late!" I quickly sprayed some perfume on before running downstairs. I was wearing a fitted no sleeved blood red dress that had a slight dip in my chest, showing a tease of cleavage, and black lace designs on a sheer fabric on top of the red but was knitted into the dress. I had outlined my eyes in black but used dark red eye shadow, put red lipstick on, and threw in a bit of dark blush. My pink hair was straightened with wild curls at the bottoms, my side bang pushed away from my face. I was wearing black stilettos that had a lace design with a bow on the heels. I pecked a kiss at Daniel's head in which he was knocked out on the couch before hurrying out the door. I drove to the restaurant he had texted he wanted the date to be at. He had been calling me every night and texting me all day every day. He was making sure I kept my word for this date tonight. I hoped everything went smoothly. I prayed he wasn't a monster. That he was true and genuine. He was so gentle with his son over the phone. Maybe he could see Daniel when he found out I knew. He seemed like a pretty good father to me. I rushed into the restaurant. The host smiled a charming smile at me, his eyes taking a hint of interest.

"Hello, how may I help you," he said.

"Reservation under Scourge." His smile dimmed.

"Oh yes, your date is already here."

"How long has he been waiting?"

"Five minutes." I mentally rolled my eyes. This asshole. The host led me to a back room where there were violin music playing, rose petals all over the floor, a couch against the way and a table with candles and roses on it. The lighting was dim, making the scene even more romantic. What the hell! Scourge stood when he saw me. He was wearing a black straight shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms with black straight jeans and black sneakers. Why was I expecting some guy in a tux? The host winked at me before walking off, closing the door behind him. Scourge shot a glare at him when he did. Then his mouth dropped when he saw me.

"What," I asked innocently, looking down. Maybe it was too much. I mean, at least my dad's necklace was on me and matched.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes looking me over. I blushed.

"Oh. Why thank you." He grabbed the bouquet of roses off the table. He walked over to me.

"These are for you," he said, handing them to me.

"Thanks." I went over to my seat which he pulled out for me. I shot him a confused look before taking a seat. He only smirked at me before kissing my cheek, pushing my chair in. He went back to his seat.

"Want some wine," he said, motioning the bottle in the ice box. "It's the best here. It's been ageing for 15 years."

"Sure," I said, unsurely. He was being nice? He popped the bottle open and poured me a glass, handing it to me. I studied the drink, looking for any sizzling things. Seemed clear to me. I took a cautious sip. Tasted fine. It was good wine though. He took a sip as well, his eyes still on me. "Want something," I asked, a little annoyed. He raised an eyebrow.

"I wanna talk to you."

"About?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"What do you wanna know?"

"How old are you?"

"22. You?"

"24." Oh. He's young. "Where'd you move here from?"

"Virginia."

"Why?"

"I grew up here and I need to take care of my aunt. She just got diagnosed with cancer."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We're gonna beat this thing." He smirked at me.

"What are your parents like?"

"My mom left when I was little. My dad worked a lot so he was barely home so I was raised by my aunt. How about yours?"

"They're not important. Why'd your mom leave?" I shrugged.

"She just did."

"Oh. I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"It's not your fault. So tell me about your son, Javier."

"What do you wanna know?"

"What's his mom like?"

"She's a bitch." I raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. She beats him for no reason."

"Get him out her house."

"I've tried. You don't know how many times I've tried, Rose. But she just gets him back somehow. Her lawyers are that good!"

"Well I'm better."

"You're a lawyer?"

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Little bit." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever."

"But you can help me?"

"Yep. I specialize in Family Law."

"Thanks. Really, that means a lot."

"It's no problem."

"So tell me about Daniel's father. What's he like?" His eyes seemed cautious now.

"I don't know. I barely know him."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know that either." He raised an eyebrow.

"Why is that?"

"Because I was…" my voice got softer, lowering down as well. "Raped," I murmured. His eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for asking. Is everything okay down there?" I let out a laugh.

"Yea, everything's fine. He was clean. No worries." He nodded.

"That's good. Now I won't have to worry about anything." I tilted my head at him.

"Excuse me?" He smirked.

"I really wanna rip that dress of you." I blushed, looking down.

"Tell me about your siblings. I mean do you have any?"

"Two. A twin sister and an older brother."

"You're a twin," I asked, looking up at him. I guess there could be a girl version of him. He nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "What are their names?"

"Javiera and Sean."

"Oh. Javiera's the one you were yelling at that one night?"

"Yea. I told you it was my sister." I shrugged.

"I forgot. I'm very good with names but horrible with titles."

"You got any siblings?"

"No, sadly…"

"Lucky bitch." I giggled.

"I'm not. You're the lucky one. I wish I had siblings."

"You don't. They are annoying as hell." I rolled my eyes.

"So you say."

"Whatever. What are you gonna eat?" I looked down to the menu. I should pick the most expensive thing on the menu to piss him off but that would not make things go well.

"The chicken parmesan with the parmesan noodles," I said with a shrug.

"Alright." He snapped his fingers twice, making a waiter come immediately. He took the orders quickly before hurrying out. I noticed this worker also checked me out. Did I look that hot tonight? I didn't think I was trying that hard. Scourge started staring at me. My eyes flicked around the room, avoiding his gaze. Whenever I glanced back at him, he was still staring. I was starting to blush. Fidgeting a few times, I contemplated what was running through his mind. Hopefully not raping me again. Then I'd kick his ass.

"What nationality are you," I asked quickly. He raised an eyebrow.

"Puerto-Rican."

"Originally?" He nodded. "So you came from there?" He nodded. "Is English your first language?" He shook his head. "Oh."

"What are you?"

"Mixed. Black and White."

"Who was what?"

"My dad was black but he was light skinned and my mom was white." He raised an eyebrow. I wish he'd stop doing that. It made him look so sexy. "Is that hard to believe?" He shook his head.

"I'm just surprised. I mean you're tanned but I didn't really think about what you are."

"Oh. I knew you were Hispanic, I just didn't know what kind."

"Does that matter? Puerto-Ricans can have blue eyes ya know."

"You're actually the first Puerto-Rican with blue eyes I've ever met."

"It runs in my family."

"Really? That's so kool." He shrugged carelessly.

"I guess. But my eyes are really sensitive to light."

"Only yours?" He nodded. "Oh." He continued to stare. I looked away as our food came. I started eating, my stomach rumbling at the sight of my course. I could feel his eyes on me though he was eating as well. I looked up at him to see him smirking at me. "What do you want," I asked, annoyed.

"You," he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please." He chuckled.

"There is a couch in here if you change your mind," he said suggestively.

"In your dreams."

"Already undressing you mentally."

"You're disgusting!"

"You're beautiful." I wanted to snap back but that comment caught me off guard. Was he serious? His eyes seemed sincere, infatuation clear in them. That made me blush.

"Um…"

"Finish eating," he commanded softly. I could hear the authority in his voice. I could see the father in him slightly but I still didn't feel comfortable about him with Daniel.

"Alright," I said, going back to my food. He took another sip of his wine. He was still on that first glass. What the hell? Then again, I should be thankful because then he won't be drunk and hurt me. Once I was finished, he got up and went to the couch. "Hell no," I said. I was trying to be a lady but that was a slip up.

"I'm not gonna try anything, just come here," he said. I shook my head. "Come on, what're you doing?"

"No."

"Why, chica? I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Why do you say that," I shot back quickly. Too quickly. He seemed unfazed.

"Just get your sexy ass over here." I glared at him, making him smirk. "Seriously, babe, come here," he whined.

"I'm not your babe," I said, getting up. I sat down on the other end of the couch.

"All the way here," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his lap. I crossed my arms. He ran a hand down my cheek. It sent blush to my cheeks. Noticing it, he smirked, his hand sliding to the side of my neck. I stiffened slightly. "Relax," he purred, pulling me closer. I leaned my head into his neck, inhaling softly. God he smelled good. His cologne made me want to kiss him all over. Oh no. Bad hormones! He wrapped his other arm around me as well, making me warmer. "See, everything's alright baby," he whispered in my ear.

"I guess," I murmured.

"You have the softest voice."

"Yea, I get that a lot."

"Don't worry, I like it."

"Really?"

"Mhm." He started rubbing circles into my hip. "Hermosa Rosa," he purred in my ear, his accent to its max. It made me shiver…in a good way. I picked my head to look up at him. He smirked at me.

"What," I asked innocently. He shook his head.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself." He chuckled.

"Gracias." He ran his thumb over my lips lightly. He started to lean down. I got up quickly.

"Tonight was fun but I gotta go so see you later," I said before trying to go out the room but he grabbed my arm. He pulled me around and into his chest. Before I could tell him off, his lips were on mine. His full lips molded mine so slowly, so carefully. First he traced my lips with his tongue before biting on my top lip and then sucking on my bottom lip. Damn… His arms went around my waist, pinning me to his muscular body. My own arms looped around his neck, my fingers starting to get tangled in his silky hair. He backed me onto the couch, him on top of me. I wanted to pop those buttons off his shirt and feel his chest. It didn't help when our tongues actually met. He tasted just like sweet cinnamon. He grinded his hips onto mine once, making me moan into his mouth. That little tease made me want more. I hadn't slept with another man since that night but I was a little curious to how he was when it wasn't forced. He pulled away, looking into my eyes. I blushed, realizing my actions – and thoughts. "Sorry," we both blurted out in unison. "It's okay," we both said. We gave each other a nervous smile. "I liked it," again in unison. We both laughed.

"I'm sorry, Rose," he said.

"It's alright. I liked it."

"Really? Enough to do this again sometime?"

"Most definitely." He pecked one more kiss at my lips before getting off me. I sat up as well. He smirked at me. I let a shy smile creep up my lips. "Want something," I asked.

"You." He ran his hand through my hair lightly as I blushed. "Do you really have to leave?"

"I guess I can stay a few more minutes."

"Good," he said, pulling me back into his arms.

X

"Wake up," I heard Auntie yell as a pillow hit my head. I put my head up, glaring at her.

"What," I said sleepily.

"You never told me how your date was."

"It was fine."

"Really? Just fine?"

"Yes," I grumbled into my pillow.

"You're no fun. I'm taking Daniel to the park so I should be back by 4 to make dinner."

"Kay." I waited till the front door closed to throw the cover off him. He was shirtless, exposing all his muscle and sexiness. He smirked at me, showing off his sharp teeth.

"Just fine, huh," he said, sitting up.

"You know what I mean," I said, swatting him.

"Should I go or…?"

"No, stay. They'll be gone for a while."

"Okay," he said, lying back down. We didn't have sex but I did let him crash in my bed. I swear I got drunk by accident. His ice blue eyes looked up at me. "Come on, mami, lay down." I blushed at the new nickname but obeyed, snuggling back onto his chest. He quickly fell back asleep. He was so adorable when he was asleep. I can't believe this. I'm falling for my attacker. The one who has scarred me. Why am I so stupid? Maybe he's changed. Or I can go with that whole 'he was forced to hurt me' concept. I really hope I could trust him. He was the man who took my innocence, he might as well be the one to take my heart as well.

Sorry these chaps are so short but I must write before the idea leaves my head.

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