That Night

Part 7

*Naliña P.O.V.*
I stand in the hallway mirror while slipping on the beautiful tight fitted dress. "Perfect" I smile and turn around to see my ass. "Girll that booty Phat!" I twerk my jiggly booty up and down in the mirror. "Nice" a deep male voice interrupts my booty shaking and I jump. I trip over my foot and the side of my face hits the wall. Jamien runs to catch my body before I hit the floor. "What the fuck!" I yell at him, he looks startled "Well I didn't know you were that clumsy!" He yells back at me. We stare each other down for about 10 seconds then I burst out laughing "You doucehead" I continue laughing "I'm the clumsiest!" He starts laughing with me "Well come on clumsy pants we have a restaurant to attend" he smiles at me and kisses my hand. "Wait one second" I push him out the hallway and push him towards the living room "wait in there" he smiles and walks to the living room. I pin back the hair on the right side of my head and leave the left side out then I rush to my room and slip on my baby blue heels. "You ready yet?" He yells from the living room. "Not yet" I yell back. I push in my heart shaped diamond earings and gloss over my lips with my favorite lip gloss. I smack my lips together to create the sound Muchk! Muchk! I shout "You ready?!" Jamien replies "Been ready for the longest!" I smile "okay coming now" I walk out of my room and begin walking towards the door to exit. Jamien follows behind me. We walk down the stairs to the lobby and out through the revolving glass door. A sexy white Charger is waiting in front of the building. "Damn who ever going in that is so lucky" Jamien smiles and says "I guess you're lucky then" who's car is this? Is this his car? He drives? "Your car?" I ask "Yea, one of them" he has more?? "Oh you fancy huh?" I smile and he laughs "I guess I am if you wanna say that" He walks towards the car and opens the passenger door "My lady" he gestures towards the inside of the gorgeous vehicle. He reaches out to grab my hand in the most delicate way possible as if I was a fragile porcelain doll. I then step into the car and he shuts the door. He makes his way over to the drivers seat and closes the door then starts the engine. "Happy Birthday Nina" I blush "Thank you." Wait a minute, "Jamien?" "Yes?" I look at him while the vehicle pulls off of the curb and into the traffic. "Don't you think this I weird.. I mean like.." I pause "we're so comfortable with each other and we literally just met yesterday" his eyebrow raises and his lips purse together "That is pretty weird isn't it? I think we just connected and that's why we bonded so quickly" That could be true, good bondage. He interrupts my thoughts "I would still love to get to know you a lot better" I turn to look at him, he looks so handsome driving. The sleeves of his white button down shirt are rolled up just enough to see his forearms that also show his muscles. The slacks fit him perfectly, not too baggy and not too tight. And his dress down shoes are black. I finally reply "I'd like that too" his lips take the shape of a smile, one of those smiles that will make you fall in love.
*30 minutes later*
We arrive at the restaurant after a 30-35 minute drive. The restaurant is called An Artist's Dream. It is a two story restaurant with balconies and glass walls. Its the type of restaurant that a person must dress up for. Jamien and I step out of the car and he hands the keys to the valet boy. The waiter opens the door with a "Good Evening Ma'dam would you like a balcony view or an inside experience?" Fancy, I look at Jamien "What would you like?" He replies "Whatever you want" I turn my attention back to the waiter "Balcony view please" the waiter responds "Of course Ma'dam follow me please." Jamien and I follow behind the waiter to our balcony seats on the second floor. There was a miscellaneous amount of paintings on the walls and an interesting choice of art that decorated the restaurant."We hope you enjoy your dinner and have an amazing evening." The waiter then tends to others. Jamien and I get settled into our seats then we begin to talk. We laugh a little about funny stories and videos and conversate about many different topics. Out of nowhere Jamien suddenly stops laughing and becomes sad. "Remember that time you had called me Jamie?" I reply "Yes" he looks down at the table "That was my mother's name" oh damn, I reply "I am so sorry, I feel so bad," he responds "No need to feel bad, its a common name and nickname at that..you would actually expect my nick name to be Jamie since my name is Jamie but with an 'N' at the end." I don't know what to say "We're you close with your mom?" It just came out! I didn't mean to ask that! Surprisingly he's not mad that I asked, he replies,"We were very close," I don't know what else to say "Were you close with your father also?" Shut up Nina! Shut the fuck up!! He replies "No, I was never close with him," He looks up from the table and into my eyes. He lies his hands palm up on the table and I automatically place my delicate soft hands in his large warm ones. "What I'm about to tell you is the story of how my mother passed," He doesn't have to do this, "Jamien you don't have to do this," he encloses my hands in his "I know that but I want to." Just as he was about to tell his story, a waitress comes by to our table and asks for our order. Jamien and I order the chef's special which was Red Snapper with Zucchini and Black Olive Tapenade. Jamien got back to his story when the waitress left "When I was younger, My mother was murdered by my father. I was the age of 10 and I remember the night so perfectly, every detail and every moment has scarred me permanently. I heard them arguing that night at about 11pm. I woke up to my mother and father yelling at the top of their lungs about something. My father was yelling stuff like 'How could you not tell me this?' Or 'When were you going to inform me about this?' and stuff like 'I wouldn't have married you if you would of told me this in the beginning!' I won't get into what they were arguing about just yet but then thats when I ran out to try and protect my mother. My father had come at me with a knife when he saw me run out to the living room, I don't know what happened but that night my father acted like he never liked or loved me in any way. He was coming at me with full force and I didn't move but then my mother jumped in the way and the knife had went through her back. She held me close and then looked me in my eyes while crying. The last words she said was 'don't let them win, I love you Jamien' she gave me a kiss on my forehead and fell. I tried to catch her but at that time I was too weak so I stood on the floor with her head upon my lap crying and my father just stood there staring at us. He had no emotion in his face, eventually he walked out the house leaving me alone with my deceased mother in my arms. I was placed in a foster home but quickly adopted by a nice lady and her husband. My life has gotten better as I've grown but my father was never found and justice had never been served" I'm stacked with so much emotions I don't know which one to act out. Tears swell up in my eyes and Jamien looks at me with the same glossy eyes. We're both about to cry. The difference between Jamien and I is that I actually cry and he holds his tears hostage in his beautiful brown eyes. Buzz..Buzz..Buzz! Jamien's phone goes off and he checks it. He looks back up "I have to go, my mother wants me home" I nod my head and wipe my tears with my napkin. The food was amazing by the way but the story has made me sad and when I get sad I tend to also become sleepy. Jamien rises from his chair and reaches for my hand. I grab his hand and he pulls me up ever so lightly to my feet "I'll drive you home beautiful" I let out a small smile. He pulls out the money from his wallet to pay for the food and places it in the black tab. Jamien and I walk out of the beautiful restaurant and hand the ticket to the valet boy. The car pulls up and we then step into his gorgeous white charger. He turns over to me before starting the car "Happy Birthday Naliña" as I turn to face him and say thank you, he leans in and kisses my lips. His lips are soft, succulent and moist. Oh shit, The kiss seems as if it had lasted for hours but it was only a few seconds. We both pull back from eachother, then I stare into his eyes. A green light flashes past his pupils and all of a sudden his eyes turn a cobalt blue. I jump back "uh.. Jamien" he replies confused "What? Does my breath stink??" I respond "No..what color are your eyes ?" He replies quickly "Mid brown why?" What the fuck? "I think you're wrong about your eye color" He quickly checks the mirror and notices his new eye color "Its a condition, a medical condition, my eyes turn many different colors, I never have just one" he smiles at me, what type of fuckery is this? I reply "okay" he then pulls off the curb and onto the new York traffic.