Of Shattered Hearts And Broken Glass

Chapter 13

Breaking my hand from Kyle's, I stood up and walked over to my dad, Kyle following me.

"Uh, he dad. This is Kyle, my uh, friend.." I looked at Kyle, his mint eyes filled with surprise and sympathy.

He reached his hand out and shook my father's manly hands "Morning mr. Dwight, pleased to meet you."

"Morning, are you staying for dinner?" My father's voice wrapped in fake sincerity. Always know how to put on a show to "honor" the Dwight family name.

I peered at Kyle, allowing him to make the decision, he was welcome to stay.

"It'd be nice thanks, but I was just about to leave. Our interior decorater is coming by and my mom wants me to help on deciding."

My father just smiled assuringly, "Maybe next time, was nice meeting you." Turning to me, his mouth still smiling, but his eyes suggesting something else, "Dev, I'd like to speak with you later on."

I just nodded and glanced at Kyle, who took it as a qeue to head off. I followed him outside.

"What was that all about?" his voice seasoned with concern or curiosity, I wasn't sure.

I was honest, "Don't know, not sure I want to either"

"He seems nice?"

"Hah, yea, very nice if you don't share a surname with him and if you have money."

"-Oh..."

"Yeah, but anyway, you really have to go?"

Opening the door of his Maserati, "Yea, plus I don't want to risk exposing you to your parents."

"Oh, yah, sorry for not telling them yet. I really like you, but don't know how they'll take it. Soon, though" I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek through the open window, he turned and our lippes connected for a few seconds, before parting.

"Bye babe, I'll call you later on" the engine of the luxury coupe purred to life and he drove down the drive way, out of the gate.

With a sense of satisfaction and hope, I went to my dad's study, just to get it all crushed again.

Entering, "Da-"

"Dev, didn't we say no parties?", his voice dressed in irritation.

Mentally crossing my fingers, "Parties? You mean Kyle?"

"Yes, except if you threw any other parties? Cameras didn't show anything."

Fuck, the cameras. Thank goodness the butler was a few steps ahead, wiping all the incriminating surveilance footage.

"Kyle was a visitor, not a party?" It was my turn to be irritated, just not in such a way the he'd notice.

"More than one person is a party" he stated flatly, while looking at his laptop's screen.

I tried to use the softest and sweetest voice I hae, "No. That would be more like a visit, dad."

His irrtation turning to annoyance, "It's a party in my opinion and since this is my house and you have my last name, my opinion is the only one that matters. It was a party, we said no parties. You are messing around, again."

Knowing I can't win, I just apologised in defeat and submission.

"Next up, your car." he stated flatly.

"I was at Tracey and we had a fight. She bloodied my face, I climbed jn my car and was heading home, knowing how you feel about using the medical aid."