I don't know what made me more nervous, seeing Jay in that skin tight dress or having to face my father after all these years. She pats more powder on to her cheek as I lean against the bed waiting for her to say she's done and we all can head out. I admire her, her pale skin, brown hair, toned lips beautiful smile, even her stress lines.

"Are you ready?" She chuckles out as she tosses the mirror thingy into her clutch and turn towards me. She catches my grin that's plastered across my face. She approaches me to pull me up from my lean/sitting stance, but I just pull her into me. Her face crashes in my chest.

"Kyyyyy, my makeup!" She says as she quickly pulls away and pouts.

"You're fine, you're fine, literally," I say as my hand trails over her curves and down to her ass. I guess she's reading my mind because she stops me.

"Ky we are not doing a quicky, we're already late for our dinner reservations with your father,"

"Why did you make reservations? I told you we could've fed him some animal crackers and apple juice," I frown. She doesn't need to put in any effort with dad, he's a person who I don't even want her around him. I don't even know why we're doing this meet up. I told her countless times, but for her sanity I agreed.

"Ky he's a grown man, not a toddler and I told you, I understand your keen dislike towards your father, but I feel after all these years, you guys need to see each other for closure, and make amends." I nod at her, still not feeling it. She doesn't know my father, our distant behaviors is good enough.

"He sure acts like a toddler," I mumble under my breath.

"Huh, what was that?" She questions leaning closer purposefully.

"Nothing. How did you get a table at the most exclusive restaurant on this side of the town anyways?" I question raising an eyebrow. This is pretty impressive, even though I wouldn't take my father to a dog fight, this is nice.

"A lady never tells," she chuckles and rises.

"Now come on!" She demands as she pulls me from the bed. Yes ma'am, I love them aggressive. I pull at her waist, she stumbles into, again. This is nice, always love the feeling of her against me.

"You sure you don't want to like rain check this," I whisper into her ear caressing her waist. She shudders into my touch. Give me one word baby and I'll have my assistant call off the whole thing with my father, he probably doesn't even show. That's his things also, forget the important events, yet show up at the worst time. Real dad of the year award.

I pull out the seat for Joe and Jay to sit at the table. I glance around at the dim lights and calming scenery. I don't know how Jay got us a table here, it's a really expensive and hard to get into restaurant. Jay doesn't, how do I word this, ask for help much. She's a, "I can do it on my own even if I have to give up a rib" type of person, and I think that's what I love the most about her. So independent, motivated and a fighter for sure.

"They have lobster here!??" Joe yells out. Jay glances at her.

"Joe you never had lobster before," Jay says as she chuckles.

"I know, but I always wanted to try it," she cheeses. Not something I prefer but its alright I guess.

"We'll get it, because I'm paying," I announce. Which catches a glance from Jay.

"Babe I told you I got it covered," I glance at her. These prices are pretty high, for her, well her—.

"No it's fine, I have it," I smile but she just stares, worried. She's about to say something but there's an interruption. The host seats my father, while asking for his coat. The waiter takes it away and my father still stands. I guess he's waiting for me to stand. I do so. Staring at him for the first time in I-don't-know-how-many-years. He glanced at me, intaking the short haircut and casual men's clothing. He extends his hand, and I firmly shake it. Still the same aggression behind it. I glance at Jay, who smiles up at me.

"Fa-" I clear my throat. I can't call him that, my pride and dignity won't let me.

"This is my girlfriend, Jay and her..."

"Daughter?" He raises an eyebrow concerned.

"Sister," Joe corrects him herself, but not in a mean way, more respectable. I see Jay has taught her manners, which is nice. Good parenting skills my woman has.

"Hmp" my he says. I stare at him, I remember that "hmp", it's a judging one. One that continues with follow up questions and analyzing. I promise I don't need him analyzing Jay because this is his first and last time ever meeting her.

"Hey so—" before I could finish my sentence. The waiter approaches.

"Hi Ms.Guery, I see you wanted to start with our special crafted drinks? And of course, apple juice for the young lady," she motions towards Joe. The waiter talks to Jay though. She stares confused.

"I think you're talking to me and that sounds lovely." I try to chuckle out.

"Oh I'm sorry Ms.Deck," she says worriedly. Deck?

"No it's Ky," I correct. Don't need her calling me my little sister for the rest of the night. Matter of fact, why is she calling me Deck?

"Oh, I'm off to a bad start, that's who name is down for the table. I should've started a meet and greet" she chuckles nervously. Which causes a scowlful look from my father.

"Why is Deck name down for the bill?" I question curiously.

"The drinks are fine and you're fine, thank you!" Jay quickly says.

"Your sister is paying for this evening. How nice of her," my father mentions without looking up from his phone. I glare at him then at Jay.

"Decks paying?" I whisper over to Jay. She chuckles nervously. Wait, did she go to Deck to fund this dinner with my dad? Why?

"It's fine Ky," she whispers back. I think she knows I'm against this. That's why she failed to mention it.

"Jay, a word please," I say rising from my seat. I don't want to make a big deal if it, but I promise she didn't have to go to Deck for this. I know I was willing to serve the guy a piece of cheese from a mouse trap, but for some reason this meant allot to her, so of course I would've made a reservation for a 5 star restaurant for the worlds shittest dad. She follows me off to the side.

"Having a blast?" She questions as we wait near the restrooms.

"Time of my life," I say blandly.

"Good," she says nervously as she causally looks back at the table to check up on the two.

"Jay why did you go to Deck to help—well with this?"

"I knew you didn't want to bring your dad somewhere fancy and big, which is understandable, but I feel it fits the mood."

"I understand that, but I would've have paid, you don't need to go to my little sister to support you," I say. Which soon afterwards regret.

"Wow! Support me Ky? I ask for one favor from Deck and now she's supporting my way of life?"

"That's not what I—"

"Damn near Ky! I just wanted to do something nice, hopefully help better you and your dad's relationship,"

"It's not something to better because we don't have one!" I grunt out.

"I know, and I'm here to tell you life's to short. I wish I can spend time with my dad, but I can't Ky! I really wish I—"

"I know Jay, but he's not like normal dads, I've tried countless times as a kid to please him and have father daughter time! It's pointless. He's not the type of dad you take to the dance, he's not the father who loves and aids there daughter, he's a narcissistic, hypercritical, sick -twisted individual who I've given up on years ago. I understand you're trying to help, but please trust me on this, this isn't something you should get involved with especially if you don't know much about." I state as nicely as possible.

"Whatever Ky," she says stubbornly. Why can't she see where I'm coming from and understand. This isn't her business, and I understand she loves me and wants the best, and the best is to dead this situation. She storms back towards the table, I follow.

Once we approach the table, Joe is giggling uncontrollably at something.

"And I just couldn't believe that while zip lining, I lost my pants in the meantime," my father finishes. I raise an eyebrow, he's talking? Wait, he went zip lining also? He never had time to do that, so what the fuck is he talking about.

"Any issues?" He questions towards me. I eye him weirdly. Is he okay? Is everything fine? This is weird. He's being weird. He's never had any personality, any character. Just stone cold and mean. A workaholic who came home to mentally abuse his family with his slurs. Now he's making this kid laugh, cracking jokes. Where the fuck is my father?

Jay turns to me and raises an eyebrow. Oh fuck no, he's not about to sit here and make me look crazy and as if I made up this whole lie about him being a pig.