Dinner

Chapter 10: I'm Not Ready

Jaxton's POV

"Go to dinner with me," I say sternly.

"W-what? Where is this coming from?," she asks bewildered.

"Just that I want to take my girl out to dinner."

"No."

"Excuse me?," I ask shocked.

"I said no. And I'm not your girl."

"I wasn't asking. And you are going to have dinner with me. We leave at 7," I state.

"No, we are NOT having dinner together. And I didn't agree to this," she snaps.

"Don't raise your voice with me young lady. I will not hesitate to bend you over this couch and spank you," I say in a matter of factly tone. It appears to work because she gets quiet real quick.

"Now get you cute little ass over here," I say patting my leg, motioning for her to come and sit in my lap.

But instead, she sits down at the other end of the couch, folding her arms over her chest, and crosses her legs. I get up and pull her onto my lap as I turn the T.V. on. She squirms trying to get out of my hold on her but I don't let her. Instead I ask her what she wants to watch.

"Anything you'd like to watch, love."

"Yea, me kicking your ass."

"Ouch, that hurt," I whine, patting my heart. She looks at me and laughs.

At least she's not mad at me. That's the last thing I need to worry about. But the fact that she stated that she wasn't mine without hesitation, clearly hurt.

I faintly hear her whisper something into my neck.

"I-I'm not ready."

"I know love, It's gonna take time but I really want to get to know more about my baby girl."

"You still haven't asked me," she complains.

"Cause it's cliche as hell. What's mine is mine. I don't care if I ask you. If you were to say no, I wouldn't care, I'd still treat you as if you were mine, which you are. There's no if ands or buts about it, understood?"

"Mhm," she mumbles into my chest.

"Could you take me home real quick, I need to stop by and grab something."

"Sure, what do you need?," I curiously ask.

"I want to make sure everything's in order over there. You know, not out of place.

"Sure."

I grab my keys and her hand, guiding her towards my car, and as always, unlocking the door for her.

We make it to her house in 12 minutes tops this time. Not because I speeded all the way over there, but because I wanted her to get what she needed and quick so that I could have her back to myself the rest of the day.

She opens her front door, and I swear I've never thanked God enough for the ability to hear as loud screams fill the air.

"OH MY GOD! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED!," screams a girl with burgundy colored hair and glossy pink lips.

"ARE YOU OKAY!? OH MY-WE WERE ABOUT TO CALL THE COPS ON THAT ASSHOLE WHEN WE HEARD YOU SCREAM!," screams the girl with bright brown hair with tanish-blonde highlights.

"SHE'S ALIVE!!!," shouts the other girl with black curly, but straight hair.

I laughed at that one.