All I Want (Completed) !Under Editing!

Chapter 17

"So your the guy that's taking my sister out. " Dakota said dryly.

How did he even know about that? I never told him.

"Y-Yes. " Clayton stuttered.

"Where are you taking her? " Dakota lifted an eyebrow to the ceiling.

"My house. " Clayton started to sweat.

"Okay, listen here. If you hurt my little sister, I will personally break your arms, and then after they are healed, I will come and break your legs. " Dakota threatened menacingly.

"I-I won't I-I p-promise. " Clayton stuttered with fear.

"Okay,  that enough Dakota. " I pushed my brother back and smiled at Clayton.

He smiled sheepishly back at me. I glared at  Dakota and pushed Clayton out the door. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Clayton grabbed my hand and lead me to his car. Tingled and sparks of electricity spread through my body. But before he could grab the handle of the passenger door, I did.

"I can do things myself. " I stated.

"I know, I was just trying to be a gentleman. " he smiled and walked to the drivers side.

I gladly lifted the handle and opened the door. Sliding into the passenger seat, I close the door and buckle my seat belt. Clayton buckled his seat belt and revved the engine. He took off, making to his house in minutes. I am very curious to why he chose to have our date at his house?

Clayton grabbed my hand once we were both out of the car. We walked inside his mansion, I really should say instead of house, and he walked through a couple of doors, dragging me with him. Clayton stopped in the kitchen and then lifted me like a little baby, placing me on the counter. It was a little weird, but I was fine with it. He grabbed pots and pans and meat and vegetables. I think he is going to cook. Cool.

"Are you cooking?" I asked.

"Yep, and you are going to sit right there." He ordered.

I did as told, watching as he chopped vegetables and cut the fat off of the meat. I heard the sizzling sound of the meat and watched him place a sheet of vegetables in the oven. I had no idea what he was cooking, but it looked good. I got bored and scooted closer to him on the counter. I looked down at the pots on the stove and then at his face. He seem determined and it was cute.

I got really bored and started playing with his hair. He seemed to like it because he would lean his head back slightly and then lean forward again. It was probably detracting or something.

"Don't do that." Clayton sang, stirring a pot of onions.

I continued to play with his hair. He leaned back again as if falling out of focus, but then refocused again. I wasn't really bored with playing with his hair, but my arm was getting tired. I used my other hand, feeling his oddly soft hair.

"Princess." He warned.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Stop." He warned me again, but I kept up the innocent act.

"Stop what?" I smirked.

"You asked for it."

I wasn't expecting this to happen. Quickly he grabbed me off the counter, dipped me, and kissed me quickly. He gently placed me back on the counter. I was dazed. Hypnotized, by his actions. I shook my head a couple of times and looked at Clayton. He had a smug smirk plastered across his face. I pursed my lips to the left and shook my head. That was smooth. Clayton turned back to his cooking with his smug look.