You Promised

Chapter Three - It's A Date

A/N The dress she wears is on the side, im a shitty describer.. so yeah :) its pretty.

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"Good morning Daddy." I beam as I walk through the restaurant before wrapping my arms around him.

"Good morning dear." He kisses me lightly on the cheek before hastily taking his seat again.

I look down at my watch, oh, i'm only a few minutes late Dad, don't worry! Daddy has always been a very organised man, always making sure everything is done on time, completed on time, everything had to be perfect with him and if it wasn't well.. he'd try his hardest to fix that. When it came to me though, all he cared about was my safety. As long as I was alive and well and not out on the streets doing god-knows-what, which is a direct quote from the man himself, then I was more than welcome to do as I pleased.

Having shit loads of money of course widened my options and after finishing high school, I opened my own botique and now run it successfully a few blocks away from the apartment building, in Central London. As a kid, I was given everything I wanted and saying that I was 'spoilt' is more than an understatement, growing up however, I realised that I can't rely off of Daddy and his money for my whole life. I need to make my own decisions and choices in life, make my own mistakes and learn from them; and that's exactly what I did. I left our family home in Brighton to come live in London City. 

I've been here since I was 18 and i'm almost 20 now, so things are going pretty okay, if you ask me. I have a good job. good place to live, steady income, plus the allowance I receive from my dad. Life is great, especially with my new friends and Michele my best friend since we were in diapers. Everything is just great and peachy. By the way, I lied, i'm not almost 20, well I am, but not really.. I just turned 19 a few months ago, so I guess I'm just 19.

"Karina, are you listening to me?" my father waved his hand infront of my face, interrupting my train of thought. "Um, Sorry, what were you saying dad?" I mumble, trying my hardest to pay attention this time.

"I was saying, I don't want you driving the R8 in small areas, like in town. Please Karina, it's far too fast to be driven in little tucked away streets." he says and this time I hear him clearly, yet roll my eyes.

"Dad, it's fine." I start but as I see his jaw tighten, I quickly finish my sentence, "But if it makes you happy, I won't drive it in little areas or what ever."

"Great and yes dear, it does make me a lot happier actually." he smiles before signalling for the waiter to come over. He takes our orders and about half an hour comes back with our delicious meals. 

About an hour passes and we've finished our brunch before daddy is interrupted by a business call.

"Carpio." he snaps and all of a sudden his face has tightened again, oh no! Somethings gone wrong with one of the apartment buildings or something.

"Yes.. That's fine.. I'll be there soon.. Thank You, Bye." He hangs up and shoves his Black Berry back into his pocket before gazing up at me with an apologetic look. 

"I'm sorry darling, but I have to go, business calls." he stands from his seat and I follow him, giving him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, before grabbing my bag and escorting him out the door. The valet bring his car out and I wave good bye as he drives out into the mid-day London traffic. A moment later, another valet, drives my R8 out of the underground car park with a wide grin on his face. Someone's having too much fun, I scold him to myself. Okay little boy get out of my car!

"R8 Sir." He says to the man at the desk, and he points over to me. The drivers jaw drops and I stare at him playfully enjoying his reaction. Slowly, eyes still widened he walks towards me, holding the key.