“Like a callus, then?”
“In a way.”
Davis placed a bag of ice over my knuckles, making me wince at the chill on my skin. He rubbed my hand with his thumb sweetly, locking eyes with me. I was so happy to have him in my life.
Never thought I could be this lucky, and honestly, still didn’t think I could be. I was just waiting for the other shoe, called Dad, to drop on this happiness I had found.
“So what now?” I asked him, wondering what he had planned for us.
“Now, you rest. We order some food and we watch your favorite movie, because I want to know what you like to watch.”
“Okay, but you order your favorite food, because I want to know what you like to eat,” I told him with a smile. He nodded, agreeing with my terms. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he grabbed his phone and placed our order in a language I didn’t know he spoke.Japanese.
“What the hell?”
“What?” he asked with a coy smile as he set his phone down.
“I didn’t know you could speak another language.”
“I can speak four, actually.” He wiggled his eyebrows in a funny way, making me smirk.
“Okay, what are they? Obviously English, but what are the other three?”
"Japanese, Italian, and Spanish. I learned them in college and went abroad for a semester to Japan. Grace spoke Spanish, so I learned for her, and I learned Italian for work. I had a lot of mafia cases when I was a lawyer, and knowing what they are discussing proved to be very useful in court."
"That's amazing!"
Davis was full of surprises, it seems. Surprises I very much like.
"Eh, it's not that big of a deal. It gets easier to learn with each new language. I'll teach you, if you want. It'll be a workout/language lesson," he laughed.
"Yeah, no. I am good on that front, thanks. This brain cannot handle another language."
Davis and I adjourned to the large white couch he had in the center of the living room. Its material felt nice and soft beneath my bare thighs, under my shorts. His large tv screen felt even bigger from the sofa. Davis pulled me close as he put my favorite movie on.
Rush Hour played for a little while before our food arrived. Davis had ordered sushi, seaweed salad, hibachi steak with rice and tempura. It was interesting to see what his favorite food was. We ate and watched and enjoyed our time together.
I really hope we could stay this happy for at least a little while longer.
"Where are you? You and Chris were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" Dad's voice boomed from the speakers of my car as I raced towards the restaurant, praying Chris was on his way.
It had already been a week since Davis saved me from Chris that night. He made good on his promise, teaching me to fight and keeping me safe. I stayed at his house with his dick buried inside of me all night, every night. I'd long since run out of my own clothes, using clothes Davis bought Izzy that she never wore.
It felt odd being dressed in clothing he chose for his daughter, so today I had left the confines of his house and went to my apartment. I was getting clothes together to take back to Davis' place when dad called to remind me of my date with Chris and our fathers, having forgotten they wanted to meet with us every few weeks to see how we were getting along. I gritted my teeth at the thought of having to pretend to like Chris.
I pulled into the parking lot, spotting Chris' car in the lineup. I parked beside him, finding he was waiting in his car for me. There were some faint bruises on his arms, but they were hiding just below his sleeves. It seemed Carter and Liv were smart as they beat him. His nose still had that cut from Davis' fist, and I smirked as I saw it. I quickly schooled my face as I got out of the car.
"Let's get this over with," he sighed, holding his hand out for me to grab.
I bit my tongue and took his hand, feeling disgusted by the touch of his skin. We walked hand in hand towards the restaurant, seeing my dad by the front door. The scowl on his face told me he had grown very impatient waiting on us. I just hoped Chris' father was nothing like my own. Otherwise, I would be sitting at a table with three abusive men that didn’t know how to handle their anger with prides the size of Texas.
"There you are Chris. I was beginning to worry. Your father is waiting inside. Would you mind if I stole my daughter for a moment? I just need to have a quick word with her."
Dad didn't look at me as he spoke to Chris. It angered me he was asking Chris for permission to speak to me instead of asking me himself. It was like he thought I was Chris' property now, some slave that belonged to him. Chris let go of my hand with a friendly smile.
"Of course I don't mind. She's your daughter, sir. I'll see you inside, sweetheart."
Chris was audacious, taking this chance in front of my father to kiss me. I couldn't react the way I wanted to as his lips parted mine for a moment. Thankfully, Chris didn't drag it out, pulling away from me within a few seconds. He winked at me as if to say 'I dare you to say something'. I kept my face void of my genuine emotions as I plastered my fake smile on.
