Secrets

Daddy Issues

Oh, he was not ready for this, Dean looks down at his t-shirt and basketball shorts. NOT what you wear to make a great first impression on your girlfriend's father...

"I just referred to eating his daughter, literally, for dinner. I'm sure he could give a fuck what I'm wearing," he scolded himself internally.

He was so screwed.

Victor cleared his throat pulling Dean from his quiet self-loathing war, "So, you're the guy," his voice was sharp as he narrowed his eyes.

"Daddy stop it," sighed Rachel.

"What? He's the one who walked in here exploiting my daughter treating her like some sort of frustration relief, if this is how he always treats you then I'm not okay with you seeing him," snapped Victor.

"In his defense, he didn't know you were here," argued Rachel.

"It doesn't matter, that isn't how you treat a lady," Victor fumed, "I'll not have my little girl just being someone's bedroom toy."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa you've got this all wrong sir," began Dean snapping out of his shock completely, "I love your Daughter. She's not a toy and I'm actually insulted you would insinuate that."

"What?" Rachel's heart began to race as she snapped her head in Dean's direction.

"Fuck," Dean sighed as he met Rachel's eyes, he ran one hand through his hair as the other pointed at her casually, "that's not how I wanted to tell you that."

Victor sat back quietly on the couch for a minute to watch the moment.

Rachel's eyes glazed over as she bit her bottom lip nervously, "you love me?"

Dean's face turned red as he nervously shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and gave her a small smile, "yeah, I do."

A single tear slipped passed her lashes before she brushed it away quickly with a small laugh while jumping up from the couch, in just a few steps she had her arms looped around Dean's neck tugging him down for a sweet kiss. He smiled as he gently kissed her back removing his hands from his pockets and pulling her closer by her hips.

"I love you Ray," He whispered as he pulled away pressing his forehead against hers.

Rachel giggled quietly whispering, "I love you too Dean."

"Well since that's figured out. Why don't you two sit on down here and you can tell me about yourself Dean," Victor interrupted motioning to the chair next to the couch.

Neither of them had even noticed him leave the room, let alone retrieve the bag of Chinese food, plates, silverware, and more drinks that he had spread out over the coffee table.

"Do you always order so much food?" Victor asked as the couple joined him.

"Yeah, we usually eat it for breakfast and lunch the next day as well," Rachel shrugged not thinking about the consequences of her words.

"Hmm," Victor hummed as he placed a serving of fried rice on his plate, "so does that mean he stays over often?"

Dean choked on his beer that he desperately needed a drink from as Rachel's face turned red.

"At some point, you're going to use the manners I taught you and properly introduce the lad, right?" He asked looking at his daughter.

"Daddy, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Dean McGuiere," she said with a smile, "Babe, this is my father Victor Woods."

Dean stood up again and stretched out his arm offering his hand to Victor, "It's an honor to meet you, sir."

Victor Nodded to Dean.

"Daddy," Rachel hissed nudging him in the side.

He sighed and stood to shake Dean's hand, "McGuiere? Wouldn't happen to be of McGuiere Industries would it?"

"The very same."

"But you're a cop?" Victor asked dropping Dean's hand so he could return to the food on his plate.

"Detective actually," he said as he took his seat.

Victor looked at him curiously, "why?"

"When I was in school, I realized I wanted to do more with my life then just sit behind a desk," explained Dean.

"So, you collect taxpayer's money on top of being a wealthy billionaire. Yeah, seems like a real good Samaritan there," Victor spat.

"Daddy!" Rachel gasped.

Dean shook his head, "it's fine Ray."

"No, it isn't. Daddy you're being very rude," snapped Rachel.

"Oh, come on cub, it's a valid observation," Victor explained as he ate.

"My mother is the billionaire," began Dean, "I actually don't collect wages from the department. My trust fund is efficient enough to cover my needs. When I accepted the position, it took a lot of persuasions to allow me to work without pay. It doesn't affect my quality of work or drive to find a culprit."

"That's very admirable," Victor said with an approving nod. "How long until your trust fund runs out though? Is it efficient enough to purchase a home and raise a family?"

Dean almost choked as he struggled to swallow his moo goo gai pan, "shit he's really busting my balls," he thought as he took a gulp of his drink to clear his airways. He quickly gave Rachel a glance, worry was written on her face, and he smiled at her reassuringly.

"To be honest sir, I don't know," Dean began turning his attention back to Victor. "I haven't really thought about my future until recently."

"Daddy, can we stop the interrogation for a bit please?" Rachel pleaded seeing the desperation in Dean's eyes.

"Oh, come on it's not like it's not something he's used too."

"I am typically on the other end of the questioning though," laughed Dean nervously.

Victor's phone went off loudly in his pocket, he slid the device out and flicked this thumb across the screen to answer without looking to see who was calling.

"I'm so sorry," Rachel bit her lip as she apologized to Dean for her father while he was distracted.

"It's fine Ray, he's just doing his job as a father," a smirk spread on his lips as he leaned over and lowered his voice, "besides you can make it up to me later."

Her eyes flashed with desire, "oh yeah?"

"Well, I must be going, Jordan has a fever and it's turned into chaos at home," Victor sighed oblivious to the small exchange that took place a moment ago.

After hugging his daughter goodbye and roughly shaking Dean's hand, Victor faded home. The second he disappeared Dean reached out and gripped his girlfriend's hips pulling her roughly against him.

"Did I ever tell you how damn sexy you look in my clothes?"