Tabula Colton

Chapter 14- Promposal

"Yeah... Yes. I mean, hell yeah," I said and turned to the camera with a dazed look.

"Oh Colty-bear! I can't wait! We're going to be the hottest couple there!" She lit up with an overly plastic smile.

We'd definitely have to discuss not using that as my nickname. It burned in my ears.

She kissed me again then the camera guy backed off and so did she.

"You're Colton's dad?" She asked Mr. Takada, her voice returning to normal.

They exchanged greetings while she fished a pen out of my backpack without asking. She wrote her number on my wrist so we could make arrangements.

"Thanks, Colt. I really do hope you feel better," she said and dashed off... stealing my pen.

"Well," Mr. Takada cleared his throat and pushed me towards the parking lot.

"Don't say it," I groaned.

He helped me into the passenger side then we headed home in silence.

The school was only a few blocks from the gated daddy-compound where we lived.

"Colty," he said flatly when the garage door closed behind us and he turned off the car.

"No! No! That can NOT be my new name! You will stop that now!" I whined.

"Oh but Colty-bear, it's like so very totally Uber cute!" he effected Naya's whiny baby voice she used in the video.

"No! Please, Daddy!" I laughed.

"All right, boy. Let's get you some pain pills and put you down for a nice nap. I have some work to finish and we have Thursday dinner tonight," he said as we got out of the car.

"What's that? Don't we eat dinner every night?" I asked.

"It's the community dinner for all the families here. We try to do it once a month at the very least. We're at Kevin and Daniel's place tonight. Brent is the designated server. He usually goes around wearing an apron and tight briefs. Should be fun," Mr. Takada explained.

My eyes widened. This place just kept getting weirder and weirder.

He gave me two pills and a water bottle. I chugged both. He helped me change out of my school clothes and into an old worn t-shirt of his and pajama pants.

He set up his laptop and computer on our bed then pulled an old satin quilt from the closet and spread it over me. It smelled like that expensive fabric softener rich people used.

He sprayed a little mist over me from a small bottle and I inhaled a scent that made me yawn.

"It's a lavender sleep mix. A client today suggested it for me to help you sleep," he shrugged as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his blue dress shirt.

He got out of his suit and then came back to the bed in a pair of blue briefs that hugged his fat bulge.

"I like it," I said and gave another yawn.

He settled in beside me on the bed and I wormed my way over into his side. I put my head on his chest and he rubbed my back while he fired up his emails.

"I love you, Colty. You're like so totally lit," he joked.

I pinched his nipple from under the quilt. I started to doze off on his chest. He was scrolling through his emails and I saw the name again on one of them.

Eizo Kimura. The subject line said "Let's check in next week."

I wanted so badly to reach over there and open it, but I couldn't. Was Mr. Takada mixed up in all of this? He couldn't be. I didn't believe it.