Taylor's POV
"Room service"
Damon opened the door and a man rolled in a cart with lots of food in it. He was lead to the dining table where he started to move everything on the cart to the table.
I went over to assist them, cause I felt awkward just standing there. After all the food had been moved to the dining table, Damon tipped the man and he left.
Damon's dad came back and we all settled down for dinner. It was quiet for a few minutes until he broke the silence.
"What do you think about the hotel" he asked me. I was surprised at first but still stuttered out an answer, "I..i think it's nice sir" I said. Could you be any more awkward Taylor?
"Please call me Leonard" he said with a warm smile and I nodded.
"And the food" he asked again, "it's delicious" I answered, and it really was. He smiled at me, content with my answer and I couldn't help but smile back, he seems like a really nice person.
"That's good, want to make sure my clients have nothing but the best" he said. Wait, he just said 'my clients', that means he owns the hotel. No wonder most of the staff knew Damon.
"So, how much is he paying you for the night" he asked taking a sip of his wine.
"Excuse me" I asked, very confused looking from Damon to Leonard. I saw Damon's hand tighten around his fork as he stared at his father.
"I mean he brought you to a hotel and from the way you are dressed...." He said looking me up and down, "whatever he's paying you I'll double it as soon as you leave once you're done with your dinner" he said taking another sip of his wine as if we were discussing the weather.
I was stunned and didn't know what to say. He just indirectly called me a hoe. I knew I wasn't dressed appropriately but that was because I was at a party. I'm not a hoe but I also wonder why he assumed I was one.
Damon abruptly stood up knocking his chair down and towering over his father. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM" he yelled at him.
"You better watch your tone with me" Mr Knight said to his son, his voice eerily calm.
"Screw you we're leaving" he said already walking towards the door. He expected me to follow him and I did, ignoring his father as I felt his eyes burn holes at my back.
"You would choose a whore over your own father" Leonard said standing up from his chair looking really pissed, can I still call him Leonard.
"You're never going to grow up Damon, I thought taking away my money and you working at that school would help but it looks like even that has done nothing" he said glaring at his son, I stayed quietly on the sidelines.
I saw Damon ball his fists as he stared angrily at his father. "Good night father" Damon spat out and left the room slamming the door on his way out.
I didn't waste anytime going after him. When I caught up to him at the elevators he was still seething. I stood a few inches away from him as we waited for the elevator.
When we finally got outside, the valet brought his car and we left. His knuckles were turning white because of his grip on the steering wheel.
He was going way too fast I had to hold on to the door. He still looked so pissed and I don't think he noticed how fast he was going.
"Damon could you please slow down" I said but he didn't listen, he only went faster. I was getting really scared now, "Damon you're too fast" I yelled.
He seemed to snap back to reality as he looked over at me, "shit" he whispered and finally slowed the car down. I let out a huge breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"Shit, Taylor I'm so sorry" he said looking over at me. "It's fine" I told him.
"No it's not, I'm sorry for tonight sorry he called you a whore and sorry you had to witness that" he said his eyes back on the road. "No really it's fine" I told him, he sighed and the car remained quiet after that.
Honestly, it really was okay. It's just kind of sad that Damon and his father aren't on good terms. He seemed like a good person, that was until he called me a hoe and a whore.
I also feel terrible for being the cause of their disagreement.
Tonight has been really eventful.
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