𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈, known for sleeping around and being cold. she's a renowned tattoo artist that doesn't tolerate bullshit. only caring about herself, what happens when you throw in a bubbly little girl and her incredibly persistent father...
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Tristan drove us to a fancy-ish restaurant. His hand hadn't left my thigh since we started driving, sometimes it would try to go higher but I'd smack his hand. That would cause him to pout until I kissed his cheek.
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He's a big baby.
"You brought me out just for dinner?"
"Yes and no. Come on, I want to show you something." He said with a huge grin before getting out and locking my door.
Confused, I waited until he came to my side of the car. As the door unlocked, Tristan opened the door for me and offered his hand for me to take.
"You could've just told me you wanted to open my door, you know?" I teased as he rolled his eyes.
"As if you'd let me. Plus, I got to show you that I'm a gentleman." He stated while pulling the door of the restaurant and watching me walk in.
"Stop staring at my ass, Tristan."
"That's like asking me to not breath."
"Don't make me smack you in front of all these people." I said in a warning tone as he kissed my forehead and led us towards the front desk.
"Hello Mr and Mrs Coleman. Your table is ready." The young man said as soon as he saw us.
Mrs Coleman?
Why does it sound good?
"Lead the way, Kenny."
The man nodded, taking two menus and motioning for us to follow him. We navigated through a sea of people, some of them recognizing Tristan and whispering loudly about who I am.
I hate people, can't they just mind their business?
"As per Mr Coleman's request, the back is reserved for the night. No one will bother you." Kenny said while pushing a black curtain.
Mouth is officially dropped.
There was only a table in the room with two chairs, the ground was covered in rose petals and candles, except for a makeshift dance floor, as fairy lights were hung on the ceiling. Soft jazz was playing in the background as the chatter from the front of the restaurant was non existent.
