One Time Thing

Chapter Five

Tessa

"That's your dad?" I ask, looking at the man in a black and white suit at the table with three other men. They all look around the same age but something is different about Scott's dad. I finally realize that he isn't drinking like everyone else. He's trying to get sober for his son to forgive him, reminds me of my dad...

Scott

I didn't want her to find out about him this way. I didn't want her to meet him since he damaged me so much as a child. I know I can't control myself around his but I don't want to show her that. She's the only good thing that's ever come into my life and I need her. Before her, I would drink until I blacked out and never try too at school and I wasn't really nice but since I met her I want to be perfect for her, I can't lose her. I don't want to be rude to him in front of her, but I don't know if I can handle myself.

"Yeah," I say. I'm not ashamed because he's been sober for a long long time and he's become successful. He works at Johnson's Publishing Company, the one he owns which is named after our family and he's changed everything around. He's done everything for me to forgive him but I can't. I don't exactly know why I haven't been able to forgive him if I'm being honest, but I have every right to be mad at him. What he did really hurt me and my mom.

Tessa

I don't know what to say, but I know that he wants this night to be about me and him so I change the subject.

"What should we eat?" I ask, looking at the menu.

The night goes on and we have a lovely dinner. The food here is delicious and I'm thankful that he brought me here. We talk about UCLA, our apartments, where we're from, and our opinions on traveling and other things. He's pretty good at starting conversations, unlike other guys I know. He's an interesting person but I get the slight feeling he's hiding something. I brush it off and enjoy the rest of the dinner.

When we're waiting for dessert, something expected happens. His father walks over to our table.

"Hello Scott," He says.

"Hi Dad," He replies.

"Hello Mr. Johnson," I say, breaking the tension.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Tessa, it's nice to meet you," I say.

"It's nice to meet you too. I came over here to ask if you guys wanted to come to the club close to here after you finish eating," He says. I know Scott won't want to but I think it'll be fun.

"We'd love to," I say.

"Okay, we'll be waiting outside," He replies and leaves.

Scott

"Why would you say yes?" I ask in a rude done that I instantly regret.

"It'll be fun, and if you're feeling uncomfortable we can always leave, don't worry," She says ina comforting voice.

"Okay," I reply. If it's just me and her it could be fun, I guess.

We finish sharing dessert and after splitting the bill we go outside and find my father. He gives us the address and we drive for 3 minutes until we arrive at the club. She puts her hand on my thigh before we get out of the car. The club looks really nice and I've never been to one before. We enter and there's already music blasting in my ears. Tessa and I sit at the bar and my father disappears with his friends. We order a bottle of champagne and she drinks it right away. 

"I love this song!" She says over the loud music. She comes closer to me and her hips sway between my legs. Holy shit. I've been given a lap dance but nothing like this. Nobody has danced on me this slowly. I place my hands on her hips and she moves father into my legs. Her ass moves from side to side, pleasuring every part of me aching for her. She holds up the hand with the glass of champagne and I can tell she's having a good time.

She turns around at me, "This is so fun," She says.

"Yeah, it actually is," I reply. She leans in to kiss me before turning around, continuing her dancing.

After a few hours, we head home. We arrive and I head into the bathroom to get undressed. I enter the bedroom in boxers and lie down on the bed, looking out at the view. When she comes back she sneakily takes a photo of me and we both laugh. She's still in that damn dress and it bunches up her hips when she spreads her legs around me, sitting on my boxers. 

"It wasn't that bad now was it?" She asks.

"Maybe," I say, grinning. I bring up one of my hands to trace the neckline of her soft silk dress. The dip in the fabric suits her well. She leaves to get undressed and comes back in just underwear. She goes to my closet and takes out a white shirt and slips it on. I love how comfortable she feels around me. She falls asleep in my arms and for once, I don't have a nightmare.

The next morning I wake up, alone. Where is she?