Tough Love

Chapter 19:"I want you..so much"🌶

Previously on TOUGH LOVE....
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It's just the matter of time til SOMETHING goes wrong....
Especially if that something.. is my dad.
I chuckled slightly....
Ah! He messed up my dad's nose.... That was satisfying.
I guess now my dad hates Damon.

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Dammit....
What am I going to do.....
I don't want him getting hurt......
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Mhm....
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Now****

Damon's pov.

I sat there at the red light dazed.
My hands grips the wheel and my foot holds the breaks.
My brows furrowed.
Oliver........ I've gotten a real look of who his father is.
That bastard. Rick blames Oliver.. And this had happened since he was 12.
Dame.... Too young.
Mhm

HONK HONK**

I was thinking too long I didn't even realize the light had turned green.
I press the gas and drove on.
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I understand he doesn't want help most of the time, but....I know If I don't help him, he'll get even more hurt......or worst....
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At the mansion ****

I got out of my car as I fixed my suit.
Ron as always, waited for me by the front door. Still in his everyday suit, checking his pocket watch as if he's watching every minute that goes by.

Damon:"Ron"

Ron:" Master Damon, Master Oliver is waiting for you in the garden. Tonight for dinner was recommended by Master Oliver himself, your favorite...Pasta with Pancetta and Tomato Sauce..."
A slight accent is heard.
I chuckled.

Damon:" mhm, I wonder how he knows that?"

Ron:" what?.... We talked, that is all."

He smiles.
As do I.
I continued to follow him down the hall. Passed the paintings, and to the double doors.
Where the security had opened them as they greeted me.
Then there, pass the fresh fountain, matching the beauty of the nightly lit stars, dimmed garden lights hanged around the gazebo, and the endless variety of flowers,
Oliver.
He is wearing casual fitting that suits him just right.
And it's blue...
Hair slightly slit back. And a smile on his face.
It becomes more clear as I approached him.

Oliver:" hello Damon."

Damon:" From the looks I say this would be more than just a walk and talk."
Oliver's face then turns to a concerned.
Oliver:" is it too much? I just wanted it to tal-"

Damon:" it's perfect."

Oliver smiles and scratches the back of his head.

Oliver:" um should we sit?"

I nod.
His smile doesn't change as we walked into the gazebo and sat onto the well decorated table.
A long white candle melts as the fire calmly flares. Forks, spoons, and knifes rest neatly by the glossal plate.
In just a few seconds, waiters come out with a sliver platter.
On it was just as promised. Pasta pancetta with tomato sauce.
My favorite.
They placed it on the table and poured iced water in each of our cups.

Damon:" Ron had said you picked out this dinner. "

Oliver:" the meal? Yes...... the whole dinner plan?... was actually Ron. But I saw it as a perfect time to talk with you."

Damon:" oh? Am I in trouble?"

I lift a brow slightly to gesture him to keep talking.

Oliver:" um w-well.."

Damon:" oliver it's alright...you can tell me."

His face seems to change color.

Oliver:" it's...about.....you and.."