Kristina's POV
I'm in a loose tank and pajama shorts sitting in front of the TV with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles catching up on my novellas that I DVR for the week. But it's hard to focus on my stories with my mind flashing back to last night. Johnny had changed into his swim trunks and his abs were glistening. We were in the hot tub making out as the water was splashing everywhere.
But when things were getting really steaming and he tried to untie my top I paused and pulled back. And while he claimed to be fine with me putting the brakes on things, I'm sure he was thinking about what an inexperienced child I am compared to him. I bet Angelique has no problem giving it up to a sexy guy.
I hear a knock on the door that brings me back down to earth. Who would be knocking at 10 am on a Saturday?
Deciding to find out I slip on a robe and head over to the door. Peeking through the keyhole I can see that it's my father on the other side. Reluctantly I open the door.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I ask as he walks in, his girlfriend trailing behind him.
I close the door and take off my robe before heading back to the couch.
"A father can't stop by to see his daughter? Especially after an unpleasant conversation the night before? " he asks. "And we looked for you again at the gala but couldn't find you.
"I left early, what do you two want?" I ask annoyed before putting a spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
"I want a lot of things. Love, respect, trust, but right now I just want to spend some time with my little girl," he tells me.
"I'm not a little girl, dad," I remind him.
"You'll always be my little girl," he replies.
"I want to get to know you, Kristina," his girlfriend, whose name escapes me, says sitting down next to me.
"So you can be my new mommy?" I mock in my best little girl voice.
"Viviana is trying to get to know you better because she cares about this family," dad says.
"Nice to know she cares so much about people she just met," I tell him.
"She didn't just meet me, she's known me for awhile," he responds.
"At least she knows who you unlike the last few women," I reply.
Viviana sits down next to me and takes my cereal out of my hands. "I was you when I was younger. I was a spoiled child who just wanted attention from her rich father," she sighs.
"Was your dad a mobster too?" I ask annoyed
She smiles then shakes her head, "No my father was a doctor who was on call for the mob whenever they needed him,"
I groan. "What do you two want from me?" I ask.
"We want to have lunch with you," my father flashes me his dimples.
"So you come by at 10 in the morning?" I ask confused.
"We have to start cooking now for everything to be ready by lunchtime," Dad tells me holding up a bag.
"What are you planning on cooking?" I'm curious since I've never seen my dad cook anything outside of pasta.
"Comfort food," was all Viviana answered before getting up and heading to my kitchen.
"Comforting for you two doesn't exactly equal comforting to me," I say.
"You are talking to the queen of excuses, try a little harder to sound more convincing," Viviana calls out from the kitchen.
I heard my dad chuckle.
"I've done it all!" she lets me know. "Bad boy boyfriend who makes my father's skin crawl, dressing like a skank behind his back, driving his fancy car without permission, using his credit card to travel while he was at a convention, make snarky comments to his girlfriends and he had several, house parties, and I even had sex in his bedroom," she informs me of her past misdeeds.
Is she trying to relate to me? I don't care about the wild things she did as a teen and that last one was just gross. Who has sex in one of their parent's beds? As if I'd want to use the same bed my dad used to bang his latest lover. Just thinking about it makes my stomach churn.
"You're trying too hard," I tell her. Doesn't help that dad's letting her do all the talking so he won't have to.
"Alright, then tell me about you. Who is Kristina Corinthos?" she inquires.
I stop and think of what to say, twirling my finger in my hair. Who am I?
"What are your hobbies?" she asks.
"I like writing, hair, makeup, and dancing even though I'm not the best," I struggle to come up with what to say.
"You're young and still trying to find yourself," she says walking out the kitchen, her hair now up in a ponytail and she's wearing an apron that says kiss the cook. A small bowl in her hands.
I make out melting shredded cheese, chopped onions, and what looks like ground meat.
"I cheated a little by starting all this before we got here," she admits. "Chili cheese fries. Your father told me that they are one of your favorites."
"They are thanks" I say surprised he remembered. These taste just like the ones at the fair.
"You're welcome. See your dad does know you, a little bit," she says before heading back to the kitchen.
"Yeah maybe he knows me a little," I respond trying to hide a smile.
About an hour later the kitchen smells so good my stomach is practically growling even though I had a little cereal and some cheese fries earlier. I've since changed into denim shorts and a white tank.
Finally the both of them come out of my kitchen. Viviana's got two plates in hand while my father has one.
"Hot and ham and cheese on Hawaiian rolls with poppy seeds on top and cream cheese spaghetti casserole," she says presenting a plate to me. "I made a lot for when you get hungry later. And Angel Food cake with strawberries and drizzled chocolate is in the kitchen."
"Not bad," I say between bites. I'm hungry and this food is really hitting the spot. I thought for sure they'd make something over the top to try and impress me but it really has the home cooked feel to it. And I don't remember any of my father's girlfriends being able to cook anything.
"So is that guy you were with last night your boyfriend?" Viviana pries.
I'm not exactly sure what Johnny and I are at the moment. "We're friends," I inform her.
"Really? You two seem like so much more," she says.
"That's what I'm worried about," my father says.