Thank you for coming back, I just wrote most of this because I didn't like the last draft. Review please!
I smoothed my hair then knock on the large wooden door. It opened quickly, the smell of vanilla,candles, and cologne washed over me familiarly. Paul was medium height, mocha eyes, tan skin, and black silver hair. My father was one hot silver fox. I got most of my looks from him. He eyes me wearily, even though he doesn't do much but fuss over his house. His benefits from his last job pays for everything else.
"Your three weeks late" Looking hurt by my absence.
I sigh, I knew he was going to guilt trip me "Sorry dad"
He shakes his head, "No need" he steps back, waves a hand 'voila' "Come in". I do.
We walk into the kitchen and I see a giant pound cake on top of the counter; chocolate icing. My dad see's me eyeing it and smiles "Made it especially for you"
My dad doesn't have any problems not any health problems or debt. I get most of my luck from him, I always find myself thinking more clearly when I'm around him.
He cut's my a piece of cake "Have you spoken with Alexis recently?"
I look away, "There's no need to" Using his words from earlier.
"Hard headed little girl" He clucks, going to pour me a glass of milk. "She's your mother, speak to her"
I avoid eye contact by eating but that only lasted four minutes before he took the empty plate away from me. "Talk to her this week Sam. Don't disappoint me"
My eyes water and he rubs my hair sympathetically "I know she hurt you, she hurt me too. Do you know how it felt to know I had a child in this world? A full grown midget" He smiles at me "comes to my door and she doesn't even have to say anything because she looks exactly like me." He washes my dish "I'm proud to say you get your looks from me"
"You are so modest dad"
"I've forgiven her, you will too"
I wanted this conversation to end "I will dad". Lie. We finished the night by watching scary movies and cracking on each other, laughing about how the other person jumped a scary part.
I fell asleep on his shoulder, content.
My phone alarm woke me up at eight o clock in the morning. Then it rung again.
"Hello?" My voice came out annoyed.
"It's Jason, where are you?"
No one knew about my father but me, "Why?"
"Because I'm at your apartment and I've been knocking for five minutes"
"Well I'm not there"
I hear his footsteps coming down my hall from the phone, "I know that now." He exhales heavily, "I wanted to know your opinion on the break in"
I yawn, stand up and stretch my limbs. I draw the drapes back and the sun doesn't take the invitation lightly. It's so bright that a Vampire wouldn't last a second in the room. I rub my eyes, look for my shoes.
"Breakfast first, darling. Your not leaving this house without a full belly" My dad says descending down the stairs.
"Damnit" I curse to myself. I'd hoped I could leave without waking him up.
My dad reached out and smacked me on the back of the head.
"What the hell!"
He hit's me on the back of the head again, too soft even for a toddler. "Dad!"
"Quit cursing in my house" He heads toward the kitchen, "I won't have it".
The facet runs.
"Gotta go" I say.
"I thought your foster parents dead?" Jason asks, I hear a car starting up.
"They did"
"So was that...are you role-playing with someone?"
How the hell did that idea come to mind? "No! I am not role-playing Jason."
"Who's Dad then?"
"Gotta go" I repeat, hanging up.
DATE NIGHT
It is quite obvious that we are dancing around each other, we both sit across from each other at a table he placed in the middle of the living room. The room is dim the lights turned off only candles light the room. Filling the room with a tempting smell maybe even more tempting then the dinner we are having. Even though I don't eat much, but I do drink.
Jason puts his fork down, "You probably shouldn't finish that, it'll wreck my entire plan of getting you into bed"
This puts a smile on my face, "You have a 'plan'?"
"It's already in effect" He admits, taking a bite of smothered potatoes.
I lay back in my chair, "So when you were practically begging me for a date you were really trying to get me in your bed? I feel tricked"
"I told you what I wanted"
"You said you wanted me" I look down at my food, his eyes are too intense for his playful smile.
"And it was the truth" Jason sounds sincere.
My heart skips a couple of beats. And my stomach tightens, this hasn't happened with anyone before. "Subject change please"
He chuckles to himself "But I don't want to"
"Well I do" I say, the words coming out with a push.
"I didn't want to bring this up but...since we can't talk about 'us'---"
My head rises quickly, "What do you mean Us?"
"So you don't want to talk about something else, I was thinking we could move on from being friends and jump right on to being in a relationship"
"What?" I must look like a deer in headlights.
"You heard me"
Jason was being weird, yes he had showed this side before but I wasn't really use to man being this direct. It was like I said before...weird.
"Let's pretend I didn't" I can't breathe!
"We can pretend, but why?" He continues eating like this is a normal conversation.
He's teasing me, and I don't like it. My eyes narrow at him, "Sex is off the menu"
The spoon of potatoe doesn't make it to his mouth, "Really?"
"You heard me"
He laughs at me, and I laugh too. Some tension from the room even disapates with it.
"Your a really good cook"
"Thanks. Let's get back to the subject"
I roll my eyes.
"Yes, what were you going to ask me before?
"The girlfriend thing?"
"No" I ground out.
" Dominic...we don't know what to do with him."
"Don't you regularly kill them?" There wasn't much else you could do with a snitch, they weren't to be trusted. Even though this snitch was a cop, it really didn't make a difference.
"Sonny likes him" Jason responds.
"Too bad I guess"
He drops his fork, "Do you not want to be with me because you are already with someone?"
"No"
"So you just don't like me" Guess that excluded his body.
"That's not it"
"So you do like me"
I shrug, "Don't get all excited about it, I haven't had a boyfriend in years."
"Your scared of me?"
"Why would I be scared of you?"
"My job seems to scare all the woman I love away"
I mentally make a face at that. Oops! By the smug look of Jason's face I guess it wasn't so mental at all.
"Doesn't bother me" I take another sip of champagne. It's the good stuff.
"So give me a answer, yes or no"
"What are we in high school?" I snort.
"So be it, yes or no. I want you, but if you don't want to be with me. Then we can quit this right now" Jason tells me, and he means it.
Damnit! I hate ultimatum's.