I love you

Chapter 11

After driving for like 30 minutes Ryder pulls into a parking lot. He unbuckles and get out of the car. I unbuckle and wait for him. He walks to my side of the car and opens my door.

I climb out and thank him. He wraps his arm around my waist and we walk to the restaurant doors. He opens the door for me and I thank him yet again.

The host sees Ryder and smiles "Mr.Stone haven't seen you in a while." He nods "I have a reservation." She smiles and nods "right this way." She starts to guide us to our seats.

"She knows you're name." I whisper to him. "She knows my last name. And that's because my father and other family members have taken me here for dinner quite a lot."

I sigh "sorry I-I just thought maybe th-this is the restaurant you always t-take girls too." He shakes his head. "I've came here since I was a kid. This restaurant is special to me. And since you're very special to me I figured this would be the perfect place to take you." He quietly says to me and I blush.

The hostess stops walking "Is this table alright?" It's a normal table why wouldn't it be ok. I don't know maybe richer people don't like sitting at certain types of tables.

"This is fine." Ryder says and looks down at me "right?" He asks and I nod. The hostess smiles "Here are your menu's you can start looking for a drink. A waiter will be over shortly." She walks away with a smile.

I sit down and start to look at the menu. I glance up at Ryder and he looks a little angry. "Are y-you ok?" I ask and he nods.

I look behind me and see a older guy in his late 30's early 40's. He's standing pretty close to a woman. There is no way she's older than 30. She looks to be about 23 maybe 24.

The chic has blond hair and a crap load of makeup on. She has a very showy dress on and she looks pretty comfortable around the guy. The guy like I said is in his early 40's late 30's. He has brown hair with a lot of grey's. He has green eyes almost exactly like Ryder.

Come to think of it this guy and Ryder look alike. I turn back to Ryder. "Who i-is that?" I ask and he continues glaring at the guy.

"Ryder wh-who is that g..guy?" I say repeating myself and he looks down at me. As soon as his eyes meet mine he calms down a bit. "He's my dad and the chic is one of his gold digging sluts." He says his voice filled with anger.

"Why are yo-you mad at h-him. He's your dad. You l-live with him." He shakes his head. "The only thing I said was that my parents are split up and that my sister lives with my mom. I use to live with my dad. About a year ago I got tired of his stupid gold digging bitches. They kept flirting with me and saying how my dad buys them a lot of crap. Then they would complain about how they're not satisfied or whatever. I got tired of their crap. So I moved out. And since then I've been living with my buddies and haven't talked to my dad in at least 8 months." He explains.

Wow that's just gross 20 year olds with a 40 something year olds. Wait what did they mean by they weren't satisfied. Does he mean like his dad didn't buy them enough crap or something. Maybe he means like his dad didn't treat them like a lady should be treated.

My thoughts are interrupted by Ryder laughing. "Angel I know what you're doing stop trying to figure it out. You're to innocent." He says and I look at him confused. He sighs "the chics that we're with my dad told me they weren't satisfied sexually." I blush and look at the table. "Ohhh I-I-I didn't think yo-you meant that." He smiles and reaches across the table grabbing my hand.

"You're so innocent that it's somehow cute." I blush and smile that cute smile I do. I stop myself from tilting my head to the side. I don't want him to slam me against a wall choking me and kissing me in a restaurant full of people.