OAKLAND's GREATEST

V.2, Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Point. Aim. Breathe. Pull.

Izzy.

"I have a reservation. Its under Gill Ryder." I told the man behind the podium and he exhaled, "VIP table. He has already checked in. Ill take you up stairs." The boy nodded as I followed him down the low lit lounge. I have never been to Dino but its been blowing up as the must-go-to place in San Fran. Gill and I had been messaging a few times since I went up to the place about his father. I had my reservations due to his father being the one who took the bait to fuck over the last 17 years of my life with a huge lie-however, I cant judge him for that. Gino told me put myself out there and I am trying.

I walked up the stairs where the led lights was attached to the wall leading me up into this amazing breathtaking room. Okay, the people under the shaderoom post wasn't lying this is everything. Its reservations only AND they be booked fast. Gill and I were on the website refreshing at midnight to get this time. The only good thing reservations are done the day of. I spotted him whispering at the Hookah Girl. I told the host I got it.

I walked over towards him in my Zara Champagne colored shirt and black jeans. I placed my wrist wallet MCM bag down and he stood up and we hugged. The smell of his very sexy cologne hit my nostrils and I gasped and then pondered, "A bitch wet!" I sat down and looked around and spoke, "Okay this lives up to the hype."

"It sure does. You know a rapper is the owner. 8Ball? He is married to the guy Benji Coleman. They have the triplets of girls. All named after Charmed Witches. They have the show on"

"Bravo. Im a TV gay! I know it all." I said laughing as he smirked and replied, "I did my research last night. I followed Benji on Instagram already. He is paid. He built a 11.5 million dollar home back in his hometown of Napa."

"I seen that too. And please you are a Doctor. You are paid as well. I did my research on you. You are the seventh Doctor Ryder in the last 2 generations of your family. You forgot to mention the nice beach house you own in Beverly Hills. Is it true you renovated the one from 90210?"

"Oh someone definitely did do their research. Your snooping is true and Im not a dick swinger I don't need to have it flopped out all day for people to know its big. Once you get to know me for me and I get you into my 1000 threaded sheets then Ill swing as much of this dick as need be." He told me as he smirked knowing I had fully understood his analogy. I cleared my throat as the waitress came over and we ordered drinks just in time as the Hookah came sitting down.

"I got Blueberry Mint is that fine?" He asked.

"Yes it is. Its only the best flavor." I replied as I grabbed the hose and he saw me smiling and spoke, "its something about your smile. Its like admiring."

"My Dad always told me when I was growing up..to never let anyone get you for your cool. Always wear a smile because you never know when you may need it. It just always stuck with me." I told him as I shrugged. He licked his lips and stated, "You havent mentioned your Dad. Is he dead—." He asked literally walking well talking on eggshells.

"Well our FaceTime calls consist of ice cream, movies, and laughing at you and your dog fighting all night." I told him as the drinks came mighty quick. I sipped my patron margarita and continued, "My father situation is uncannily like my sons. My mom, Dad, and Uncle rolled together a lot back in the day. She was dating my Uncle first but was in love with my Dad. Not on some cheating shit it was on some we are truly meant to love each other. So after awhile she left my Uncle and got with my Dad. However, she was already pregnant and I was my Uncle's child. But, my mom and dad decided I was better off in there care and never finding out about that would be the best for me. Welp, eventually I did and shit got crazy. But to answer your question no my dad isnt dead"