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"Blake!" the guy runs up to me and immediately dives into a hug. I feel a little embarassed when I realize that its my dad, but he doesn't notice. It's really akward and I don't know what to do, so I just pat him on the back a little and then shove my 2 duffels and carry-on into his arms. "Lets get this show on the road." I say with little to no enthusiasim. I put my aviators over my hazel eyes and start walking towards his jet black range rover.
I get in the passenger seat, buckle in, pop in my headphones, and lean back. When my dad is finished loading up the trunk he gets in the drivers seat, buckles in, and turns to look at me and smiles. I see that hes about to say something so I pull one of my headphones out of my ear. "You know, I was beginning to think I'd never see you again. You have no idea how much this means to me." I could tell he was sincere and it kind of scared me. "Listen, I'm gonna tell you this right now so you don't end up making an idiot of yourself, but I don't do this mushy stuff." I lift my feet up on to the dashboard, testing his limits. His smile fades from his face and he turns to face the road and he starts driving. I feel a little guilty so I put my freshly manicured feet down from his dashboard. We end up driving the rest of the way in silence.
When we got to my dads venyard/villa, I felt a little better knowing that I got to stay here. Everything was so modern and I surprisingly like it a lot. My dad noticed my wandering eye and chuckled lightly. "You like the place?" I immediately looked up at him hiding all emotion. "It's alright." I answered flatly. "Come on, I'll show you to your room." He started up the steps and I followed quietly behind him.
We stopped at a door that said "Blake's Room" written in pink and orange bubble letters. I almost lost control of my emotions and was about to hug him, but quickly stopped myself. I was so happy. I always wanted my room to be pink and orange since I was little and my mom would never let me. She would always say how when she was a little girl her room was always purple and pink, therefore, my room had to be purple and pink.
I couldn't help myself, I looked up at him and smiled sincerely. He could tell I was happy and smiled back. I then regained control of myself and he opened the door.
It was the most beautiful room I could ever imagine. I remembered describing it to him when I was 8 years old. How I wanted a beautiful sunset painted against the main wall and my day bed with pink and orange sheets and a comforter that was so soft it felt like a giant marshmellow, and it was placed perfectley right in the smack middle of the sunset. Also, how I wanted a shag carpet to run my feet accross; just to feel the softness in between my toes. How I wanted all my furniture to be handmade with my initials scribbled in the corners. But overall, I wanted a room to put me at peace. And thats exactly what he gave me.
I turned around and pulled my father into a huge bear hug. I pulled my aviators down to hide my tears. He placed them on the top of my head and wiped away my tears. I was beginning to feel like this vacation is just what I needed. "I thought you didn't do this mushy stuff?" He laughed quietly.
He kissed me softly on the head and I realized just how much I missed him. "I'll have Antonio bring up your bags and give you some time to settle in and then I'll ring you down for dinner. I have someone I want you to meet." "For sure." I pulled my aviators back down and gave him one last squeeze.
I looked around my room and sighed with joy. I flopped down on my bed and I just layed there for a minute. I debated on whether or not I should call my mom. We were really close before my world came crashing down on me. I decided I needed a little more time. I heard a knock on the door and got up to go get it.
Standing right there in front of me was the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. I smiled up at him confidentley and lifted my aviators. He smiled back at me flashing his perfect teeth. "I'm Antonio. I'll be serving you for your visit." He came into my room and set down my bags. "I'm Blake. And you know thats actually perfect, I need someone to help me unpack." "Sure thing, Ms.Stones." He was so polite and had a wicked smile, perfect tan, wavy blonde hair, a perfect body (toned but, not overly toned), and looked fine in his uniform. "Please, call me Blake." "Ofcourse." He countered and picked up my carry-on. I quickly grabbed it out of his hands and threw it in a random draw. "We can unpack anything but that bag." I smiled nervousley, not wanting him to mistake me for being weird, but I had a feeling he did anyway.
I just realized that I had a stash of cocaine in that bag incase I was in need of a release. My mom checked my bag twice, but little did she know there was plenty of room in my bag full of tampons. "Okay, Blake." He answered with a confused expression on his face. Thats when I realized he had these gorgeous teal eyes. I quickly stopped staring before he could notice and I picked up one of my duffels and set it on my bed.
Antonio helped me unpack and was really funny. He made me laugh the whole time and I couldn't remember a time I was so happy. Everytime he would pull a bikini out of my bag he would look me over and smile. I would blush nervously and he would tell me how cute I looked when I blushed.
After about 20 minutes of getting to know Antonio, I gave him a huge hug and got his phone number and sent him down so, I could get ready for dinner. I hadn't thought about who my father wanted me to meet until I was in the shower. I brushed off the thought and got dressed.
I was wearing a light brown sundress with huge flower earrings. I also curled my blonde hair and threw on silver gladiators. I looked a little overdressed so I relaxed on the make-up, putting on a thin layer of mascara and gold eye shadow.
After waiting around for five minutes my father finally rang me down. I walked down the long narrow steps and almost got lost because I wasn't given the official tour of the house yet. One of the cleaning ladies lead me to the kitchen and I thanked her.
When I reached the kitchen I froze in my steps. There was a pretty women in her late twenties. She had light blue eyes, gorgeous curly dark brown hair, that was left down and it reached about 2 inches lower then her shoulders. I recognized her because she was the one that my father was cheating on my mom with.
I looked over to my left at a little girl about 4 or 5 with oatmeal smeared all over her face. She was adorable with big blue eyes and wavy hair just like mine except it was light brown but I questioned why she was here.
I looked over at my dad who could see the shock on my face and I quickly put my barriers back up revealing no emotion. I've been doing this for a while now and I've gotten pretty good at hiding my real feelings. "Now Blake, don't go jumping to any conclusions here."
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