Mark Me

Something New: 1

"Explain to me again, why is this dinner so important? Why can't I drink? Why can't I wear that adorable dress? Why are you treating me like I am two?" I complained to my mom. I mean really what more could she want from me? I was out of bed, that's more than most days. I deserve a round of applause.

"This dinner, is for your father, Emma. Like it or not he is not a sperm donor, he didn't just up and leave you; maybe me, but not you. You are nineteen, Em, not twenty-one and That "adorable" dress is too short and you have long legs, also, you are acting like you are two, so I'll treat you that way," without another word my mother slammed my door and left me, alone.

What was I thinking, my short brown hair and caramel highlights would not look good next that shade of green, yet my brown eyes would, decisions, decisions. But I guess my mom was right, dad might be a loser at times, all the time, but he steady paid for my way through school and bought my first car to be able to travel back and forth to college, which he is also paying for. I know I should cut him some slack but the crap he put me through over the past four years, I'm not sure he really deserves a second chance or any chance for that matter.

Finally deciding on my, to the knee, short, red cap sleeved dress, that hugged my very voluptuous body in all the right ways. Pairing my gold jewelry and a pair of black closed toe heels I was ready, ready to be bored out of my mind for the next five hours.

Apparently, my dad's a business man, what kind of business, you ask, I'm not sure, everytime a conversation about work comes up I'm out of my seat and out of the door; maybe I'll hear something important tonight before zoning out, not likely.

It took us fifteen minutes to get to my dad's dinner, thankfully, it was at his house, so I knew the atmosphere wouldn't be too overwelming for me to handle, I mean I once lived here. When my parents split, my dad got the house and my mom got me, fair enough trade? I think not.. but I prefer it this way.

Walking through the door we were both greeted by a door man, with a huge welcoming smile, shit, I wonder how much dad is paying him to stay that happy, I silently giggled to my self.

"Welcome Ladies, you two look lovely, names please," the greeter smiled. Before I could give the information to the nice, way too smiley, man, a loud chuckle boomed through my ear. Dad.

"Alfred, no need for that, this is my daughter Emma and my lov- ex-wife Beth, come along ladies, there are plenty of people you two have to meet!" to see my father this overjoyed was a rare occasion.. hmmm, I wonder what's up with him.

After an hour of meet and greets, I was finally ready to sit down; these heels were killing my feet and being that I definitely wasn't the smallest person in the room, this dress may have been a bad idea and a little too tight. I was beginning to feel self conscience, though that didn't stop me from sticking another cookie in my mouth, when no one was watching, of course. I sat alone, admiring what my dad had done with the place, sure he must have hired someone to come in and redecorate after we left, but it was actually very modern and elegant, with a hint of man cave, in the mix.

"Red is very beautiful color on you," I heard as I "secretly" shoved another cookie down my throat. Almost choking, I turned to see who the beautiful, deep, husky, angelic voice belonged to. He was tall, way taller than me, even in heels. He was probably six foot three inches, for sure, if not taller. His dark chocolate colored hair was cut to where his sides were shaved and his bangs were pushed back to show off his deep blue-gray eyes. He sported a beard and mustache that was neatly groomed. His sports coat was navy blue with a black tight fitted V-neck underneath, that hugged and squeezed all of his beautiful sculpted muscles. The dark jeans also hugged muscles I never thought I'd long for until, now. I was mesmerized. I was breathless. I was also on the verge of drooling.

Still shocked by the God standing in front of me, his angelic voice spoke again, "Is it something new?"