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Celebrity Crush
Chapter 48
Robert's POV
Leaving Laura alone in that house was one of the hardest things I had to do. I was still scared of what this Ben guy was capable of. I had never met the man before and neither Laura nor Molly wanted to talk about him in great detail.
I opened the door of the SUV and climbed in. Driving the streets of America was hard at first but then I got the hang of it, basically the same thing just on different sides of the road. I stuck in the key my eyes not actually leaving the front door of the house.
Taking a deep breath I tried calming my nerves the best I could and changed gears. I backed out onto the street and drove through the neighborhood.
I could feel the nerves in my stomach trying to take flight. I haven't felt this nervous in my life. I remember the audition for Twilight; how I thought those nerves were going to kill ne right then and there. Then when I met Kristen and thinking about much I thought I cared for her now I realize how wrong I was.
I've never felt this before in my life. The street connects at the intersection, directing me toward the main part of town. I follow along the roads until I'm down town. Molly showed me this small restaurant a few weeks ago, she wanted me to plan a date for her there but that's not happening. I'm determined to make Laura's very first date the best ever.
I pull the SUV in the back of the building knowing that I have to conceal my face. Those days of the premiere nearly killed me. I had to go around telling everyone, even my family, that I was dating this woman who I didn't even like. I was in desperate love with her daughter.
The thought stops me short. Love?! When did that happen? I told myself not to let it get that far. Whatever this was with Laura wouldn't last because I refused to ruin her life because of my fame. I dread the day the press actually find Molly's real name and house because Laura's life will never be the same.
I swallow feeling the sudden dryness of my mouth and throat. Cutting the engine, I close my eyes leaning against the seat. This can't be happening right now! I can't be in love with this high school girl, she doesn't love me back. I mean even if she did she's clouded by the fact that I'm a celebrity and that's all it is, it's not real love.
The thought causes my heart to pound erratically. I don't like the idea of her not loving me in the same way. Another thought comes across my mind; do I tell her I love her to find out if she loves me?
I shake my head; of course I can't tell her that. The poor girl is being dragged around while I publicly date her mother. She has to basically watch someone she desperately cares about kiss another woman. I can't tell her this revelation right now, everything will be ruined.
The nerves in my body have lessened but I can tell that this won't be as easy as I once thought it to be. My eyes open to reveal a plain brick wall in front of the car. This place is secluded, most people can't afford the place or don't realize it's an actual restaurant. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and push away the one thought that's making the nerves worse. Later once I'm alone I'll figure everything out but for now I'll push it aside and bury it.
I take the keys from the ignition and push them in the front pocket of my jeans. Looking in the rear-view mirror I spot the bag I placed in here earlier. The bag that holds my tux. Everything about tonight has to be perfect and if Molly shows up everything will be ruined not to mention brought to light in Molly's eyes.
I push the door open not letting myself think about the possibility of Molly showing up. I walk across the concrete to the back door. The door's black with a small peep hole at the top. I raise my hand and knock twice like instructed just the other day when I made these reservations.
I wait a few seconds and the hole at the top of the door comes open, “Can I help you?” Asks a rough older male voice from the other side of the door.
“Yeah I made reservations a few days ago for tonight and I need to make sure everything's in order.”
“I'll be right back.”
I hear the hole close and the heavy footsteps walk away. I stuff my hands in my pockets feeling the cool car keys and my iPhone in my pocket. Suddenly I hear the whole open again and someone must peep out because the door opens.
An older man with gray hair and white mustache stands in front of me. He's dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt and tie. He seems all business and I wonder for a minute if I've got the right place.
“Mr. Pattinson right? You called on Thanksgiving to book a private room for the night?”
I nod my head, “That would be me.”
His eyes widen and he ushers me forward, “Right this way sir. My name's Mr. Kim but you can cam me Pin. I won and manage this place with my daughters. You will have your own chef; his crew was brought just for you to make sure you have the utmost secrecy that you requested.”
The place is dim lit as I walk through. We continue walking and then we come to the main part of the restaurant. There are tables all around with fireplaces along the wall. Each table has a rose on top with an elegant tablecloth.
He walks around this part of the restaurant and ushers me through a door and I look around. There's a table sitting off to the side of this glass wall. Through the wall holds an impressive fire with logs for a romantic setting. I'm flabbergasted at the romance of it all. I could have never done something like this on my own.
“The table will be more decorated for later. We have arranged for this section over here to be your private dancing area.”
I look at the area he's suggestion and smile. I can finally have that romantic dance with her that couldn't have at her dance.
“Perfect.”
Takes a breath realizing that I'm not hard to please.
“Would you like a look at the menu? We can take some off or add some things for you.”
I give a nod and walk to the table, “I would also like to meet the chef and crew. I don't want them having a star struck moment tonight, better get it over with before I bring my date.”
I hear his shuffling since I'm looking at the table, “Sure thing sir. I'll just let the chef know but he may need to call for the rest of the crew. They haven't arrived yet.”
“I'll wait.”
I turn around holding my eyebrow up and he takes the hint.
“I'll be back shortly.”
He quickly scatters along shuffling his feet with him. I chuckle once he leaves and I'm left alone in the room. My eyes close and I can just about picture Laura face as she takes a look at the room. Most over woman, Molly for instance, wouldn't have cared about effort I took. Laura was just fine with my romantic dinner at home last night. Molly would have gripped over something like this, but then get drink off the wine.
Tonight I was bringing everything out. I know she's underage but tonight I was going to treat her like the grown woman I knew she was. She could drink wine and I wouldn't say anything because tonight we won't think about tomorrow or the next day, just tonight with no distractions.
Suddenly I hear my phone ringing. At first I think it's Laura and that she's in trouble. I quickly pull out my phone and check the ID. Groaning at the name ♥Molly I hit send knowing that if I don't she'll think something's up.
“Hello?” I ask dreading the sound of her voice.
“Robert! I was just calling to check on you and Laura. I know she's got to be a handful.”
I roll my eyes, she has no clue about her own daughter, and even I can see that.
“Actually we are doing just fine. We played board games last night and then ate diner before going to bed. She's really not that bad.”
“Oh well that's good. Listen I don't know for sure how long I'll be here. I just hope that your people don't call for a few days at least. I got a message from Kimi's mom, Jennifer, saying that she stayed with her mother since Kimi isn't coming home until late. Laura won't have anywhere to go if you have to leave.”
I nod even though she can't see me, “Yeah I think she mentioned that she'll have to go to school alone this coming up week.”
I hear her sigh on the other end. It reminds me of those days in the hotel after we left her mother's. I hated those days. The sounds she made still echo in my ears. If I close my eyes I still hear her moans and groans.
“Robert, did you hear me?”
I snap my eyes back to the present realizing that I drifted off for a second.
“Sorry about that what were you saying?”
She giggled, “Daydreaming again I see? I just wanted to know what you were up to right now. Also my client that was in the wreck is in surgery. I had to come and give the hospital his information because the woman he was with didn't know any of it and I was on the papers for next of kin. He doesn't really have any close family around so I just signed him over. I got his sister here and she called some other people but since I'm his assistant I have to stay to look after his assets. His family is too worked up right now to do anything.”
The way she talks, she cares more for this person she works for than her own flesh and blood.
“Well right now I'm out of the house. Laura and I are eating out tonight, thought getting her out of the house was best. I gave her some money to go shopping while I found a place to eat tonight that won't go blabbing to tabloids.”
It was better to tell half of the truth just in case something happened. Maybe she shows up and we aren't home or something gets leaked to the news. She can't say that I didn't tell her.
“Do you really think that's a smart idea? I mean you out in public at a restaurant, some places don't care about your personal life, and I don't want to compete with my own daughter in the news.”
Rolling my eyes again I can hear noise on the other side of the door. I know I should hurry before one of the people here gives me away.
“Molly, first of all if they found out they won't say anything. She can be traced back to you, she's your daughter. All they will say is that I'm trying to have a relationship with my girlfriend's daughter; I'm taking the time to get to know her before I barge into her life. I agree with you about not wanting Laura put through the spot light but if anything happens between us, like anything more, than she will be in the spot light whether you or anyone else likes it. Now I hate to go but I'm kind of busy, I need to call Laura and check on her, make sure she hasn't gotten home alone yet. Plus I need to leave the place I'm at.”
“Fine Robert, but if anything happens to her in the spotlight, it's your fault. I won't be taking the rep for it this time.”
The line goes dead and my eyes are wide. What the hell just happened? Who was the first person that made her have to take the heat from it? I shake my head hitting the end button and pushing my phone back in the pocket. Maybe it's her ex-husband? I mean the a** didn't even come in to see his own daughter. Molly has a few choice words for him while I was in the restroom causing them to leave but that was about it.
Just remembering that time at the hospital has gotten me nervous. The idea of Ben coming back for Laura has me wanting to run to check on her or at least call her. The only thing that stops me is the fact that she's left to go shopping, she's probably in a dressing room changing into a dress or something.
I take a breath willing my nerves to calm down at wait for the people to walk through that door. I take a look around the room making sure everything is set in the right place for tonight; I want it to be perfect, spectacular.
The door flies open and the man from before is standing in front of me. He walks over to another door off to the side and sticks a key inside the knob. The knob twists from the other side and the door comes open. The manager, man from before, stands off to the side as a line of people start filing in the room.
The first man must be the chef because he's dressed in a white chef hat, an apron around his waist, and he's wiping his hands off on a rag. The other people must be part of his crew. There are other cooks as well as waitresses that will be serving us tonight.
I take deep breath and remove the sunglasses that always manage to conceal my identity somehow.
“Now if any of you have any problem serving me than you must leave right now. I don't care about anything. I need tonight to be special, my date's special to me; I want her to feel like nothing can go wrong. So that means so squealing, autographs, or flirty smiles during our dinner. If it happens than I will refuse to pay for your services and I can assure you that you won't be working here much longer. I don't mean to be mean or rude I'm just determined not to let me status stop the girl I love from having a bad night.”
I can see wide eyes from all the people standing along the line. The girl at the end, a waitress, raises her hand. I quirk and eyebrow and point at her, “What's your question?”
“Umm well I w-was j-just wondering if I could get that autograph now. My sister's a huge fan of yours and she would kill for an autograph. I won't be a problem for your date if you can do this one thing, if you feel more comfortable than I can work in the kitchen as to not disturb your date.”
I sigh letting a smile come to my face, “Come on. I guess you have something for me to sign.”
She nods and walks toward me pulling out a small notebook. The front's pink with stickers all over it. I can see some of them are vampire related. She smiles at me, her red hair in a bun on her head, handing me the notebook.
“The last page, please.”
I nod pulling out a pen from my pocket and flip to the last page. There are a lot of scribbles on the page causing me to let out a chuckle.
Mrs. Robert Pattinson
Mrs. Edward Cullen
“Exactly how old is your sister?”
She giggles and smiles, “She's eleven.”
I smile and scribble out my signature leaving a small message next to it. I close it back and hand it back to her, “Miss it's your decision whether or not you stay as my waitress but I will hold you responsible for anything that might happen with the other waitress or if you can't hold your composure.”
She nods her head, “I'll stay as your waitress. I'm sure your date will be pleased to have someone else around during the date. She might to be shocked; I could help her as well.”
I nod and she walks back to the line. I see everyone else looking uneasy, “The cooking crew just has to make sure not spit in my food or under or over cook anything. The waitresses are the ones that really have to worry the most. Now if everyone thinks they hold their composure during the date than you can leave. I want the chef and the manager to stay behind; I need a look at the menu for tonight.”
Everyone quickly scatters out and I take a seat at the table. I won't be test tasting anything just looking at the menu. The chef and manager walks swiftly to my table and laid out the menu. Opening it up I knew I was in for a long day.
**
One hour and a half later I was done and walking back to the SUV. Everything was set in motion for the most romantic date I had ever planned. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I climbed back in the car.
I chuckled at the image my mind conjured up of her face. Cheeks flushed from the evening night, make-up done to perfection, dress knee length and gorgeous, and her lips telling me I shouldn't have gone through all that trouble.
She's the only girl that I've met that was happy with board games and a night together in bed. The other women I've dated wouldn't have wanted that. I suppose it's because they were all famous and used to all the glamor that I had to step up my game, but with Laura my game's perfect just the way it is.
I jammed the key in the ignition pulling on the seat belt and back out. I guess I should go to the house to check on her and if she's not there I should leave a note so she doesn't worry too much. I drive along the same streets that got me here. All the time the radio's at a low volume and Laura's image is still in my mind.
The only thing I can't conjure up is the perfect dress she'll be wearing. I know before I even see her that the dress will just complement her perfectly. Everything about her is perfect, she's everything I didn't know I wanted, from her cheeks, to her legs, to her lips, everything.
I take a deep breath realizing that maybe my thoughts haven't been so pg-13 and I should think about something else. Too late, I'll be walking into the house with a major problem. I swear even Molly doesn't do this to me. I think she's also starting to realize that I'm not enjoying myself enough during sex. I mean it's almost embarrassing, the fact that I can't seem to get aroused in her presence but let her daughter come in the room and I have a major “problem.” I sigh as I pull the SUV in the drive. I can't tell if she's back since I'm sure she'll park her mother's car back in the garage.
I had a feeling that Molly never let anyone besides herself drive that car so I gave Laura permission to drive it. In the back of my mind I'm hoping she'll dirty it up or someone will key it while Laura's in the store. I cut the engine and pull the keys out stuffing them in my pocket. I push the door open and walk to the front door pulling the keys right back out since I forgot I have to unlock the door.
Unlocking the door I step inside pulling the door closed behind me. The house is quiet confirming she's still gone. I know she'll be gone for a while so I don't bother being quick. My stomach started rumbling so I venture into the kitchen to make me a small sandwich that will satisfy the hunger for now but not kill it before dinner.
After I make the sandwich I glance at the clock. I can see that she'll probably be back very soon and I should get going. I want tonight to be completely special for her, which meant that I'll be leaving and then picking her up for the date the traditional way.
I look around the room for a piece of paper and find a sheet of notebook paper in the cabinet. Pulling out the same pen I used earlier I write down the note for her.
Be back to pick you up Laura -Robert
I make sure the note doesn't say more than that, just in case Molly does show up here or something. I leave it in perfect view of the entrance to the kitchen and walk out. My stomach's no longer growling and I feel the nerves start to set in once again. In just a few hours I'll be picking her up for our date.
I look around the living making sure I haven't forgotten something I need and then walk to the front door. I pull the door open and turn the lock on the back of the door pulling the door shut behind me.I quickly climb in the car and then put the key in and pull the seat belt over me once again.
Backing out I head in the direction of the hotel where I booked the room. My hands are twitching and I know I need to distract myself from the details of tonight. I turn up the volume of the radio and frown at what I hear. I really don't know the name of the country song playing so I change the station at the next red light. Nothing comes on that distracts my nervous mind.
A horn blares behind me and I snap my head back up embarrassed. Get it together, Robert! It's just a date. I tell myself but then my conscious speaks, yeah but this is the first time you've been in love with said date.
I know I can't argue because it's the truth. No matter what I say, nothing can change that fact. I change lanes to get ready to turn into the parking lot of the hotel. This hotel is a lot better than the one I stayed in to get rid of Molly. I will never forgive myself for the way I made Laura feel then.
I was just so scared when she said that in her sleep that I panicked. I ran and didn't even think of the repercussions it was going to have on Laura. I mean as soon as I heard those four words come from Molly's mouth all thought of our first kiss vanished.
Just thinking of the kisses with Laura make me feel like such a sap. I feel whipped whenever I'm around Laura because she just brings out a whole new side to me. Our kisses last night and how far we came really got me to thinking. Could I ever be her first? Do I want to be her first?
Of course I knew the answer to the last one. Of course I wanted to be her first but the problem was that I didn't think I could do it. I mean the pressure of doing my best would be insane. Of course she wouldn't be able to tell the difference of it so the question is could I be her first and still be dating Molly at the same time? Now that, I didn't know the answer to.
I parked the SUV closer to room I booked. Obviously I didn't get the room to do anything with Laura; I just needed a place to get ready for our date. I cut the engine and unbuckled the belt. I take a deep breath and push the door open. Walking the trunk of the SUV I pop the top. I find the suitcase containing my shoes and hair accessories along with the big black bag that holds my suit. I've used the suit on a couple of other occasions but nothing of this magnitude. The suit is the newest one I own since my stylist for the premieres keep the suits I wear for appearances and things.
I grab the suitcase and drape the bag over my arm and close the trunk. I walk across the front of the car and pull out my key card. I push it into the door and it shines a green light before the door opens. I push the door open and turn in the lock. I know that my face is covered by the hat and shades on my head and face but I pull the chain across the top just in case some super fan spotted me outside. I sit the suitcase on the bed and lay the bag down beside it.
I look at the windows and sigh. I walk over to the windows and close the blinds and then let the curtains close. I just hope no one can see through the curtains. I don't want to ruin Laura's date by some bob attacking me for playing a character on the screen. I don't understand some of these women, it's just a character, I'm not really a vampire I play on screen, it's called acting.
Taking a deep breath I calm my nerves and relieve my thoughts. I pull the shades from my face and the cap from my head. Now that I think about it I'll have to wear them until we get to the restaurant. I frown, that's not a typical date scenario. I shake my head, Laura wouldn't care, she cares more about me being safe and happy than she does about how well this date turns out.
I pull off my thin jacket and turn on the TV for some noise in the room. The channel's playing some show and it relaxes me some. I open the suitcase and begin to get ready for my date.
**
I look in the mirror and fix the tie under the jacket. I fix my hair just the way I know she'll like it and step back. I grin, perfect. I wipe the lint from the jacket and walk into the room. Night has fallen and I take a look at the clock. 6:44pm. I take one last breath before I grab the shades from the bed. Walking back in the room I pull the shades on my face frowning at how the shades put the look off. Oh well nothing I can do about it now.
I decide to push the suitcase under the bed as well as the bag. I'll come back later and get my things, the room's book for a week; I can get my money back since I didn't use it for entire time slot. I make sure everything's turned off before I walk out toward the car. I climb in the car and buckle my seat belt before I drive toward the house. I stop at an intersection and look out the window.
Tasha's Flowers & Gifts
My eyes widen and I move to the turn lane. I make the turn and drive for the florist. She'll love these I guarantee it. I cut the engine and check the time knowing that I need to hurry if I want to make it there on time. I speed to get the belt off and then run into the building. The place is pretty much empty which helps the nerves. I walk up to the counter knowing that the woman behind it will give me strange looks about the shades when she looks up.
I stand at the counter and tap it to get her attention from her phone. She looks up and smiles at me, “Hello, welcome to Tasha's, what can I help you with?”
I take a breath and try to disguise my voice so she won't recognize me.
“Well, I'm not sure exactly. I have a date tonight, our first, but we've been seeing each other a lot but with friends and family around. It's really her first date and I wanted to get her some flowers but I don't know what kind. Plus, I'm in a hurry.”
Suddenly her lips turn up in a big smile and she screams out, “Frank!”
I jump a little from the sudden shout and hear movement from the back. An old man comes walking from the back with a smile on his face as he slowly creeps to the counter.
“What's it now?” he asks the young woman sitting at the counter.
“Grandpa, I know you heard. This young man needs some flowers for his first date with a pretty girl but he doesn't know what to get her.”
He smiles and then looks at me. I see him thinking very hard and then looks at her and replies, “Remember the ones I bought grams for our date? Get him some of them, I know grams loved them.”
“I remember. I'll be back in a flash.” She quickly walks off toward the back understanding that I'm in a hurry.
“Kids these days. Dates and what not. I just hope you treat this dear girl of yours like the queen she is. You won't know how it feels to have her gone at the last minute.”
The old man walks closer to the counter and his old hand grips the top.
“Of course, I love her.”
He smiles but it's got this sadness laced with it.
“I hope she knows that.”
“I got them!” The girl comes speeding back to the front carrying a bouquet of flowers I didn't know the name of. She rings up the price and tells me which I pull out a credit card to pay and she slides it through.
“I hope you don't mind me asking but you wouldn't mind telling me about the woman you lost? I can see you talk from experience on this subject.”
He sniffles and the young woman hands me the card back along with the flowers.
“M-My w-wife, Tasha died a few years back. We had this huge fight right before she got sick and I stormed off. We were married for a long time and I said something I regret but she was always there, never faulted for a second. She died holding my hands before I got to tell her one last that I loved her with all my heart. So that's why I tell the kids to tell that special person what you should because it might be too late.”
I can feel my eyes trying to get teary.
“I'm sorry for your loss and maybe soon I'll tell her but for now I think it's too soon.”
He chuckles, “Don't wait forever because she won't.”
I nod and turn walking out of the store. I climb in the car and head off toward the house. The old man's words are echoing in my head and I'm confused on whether or not to tell her I love her.
All too soon I pull in the drive with a minute to spare and hop out of the car. I take a deep breath and hit the doorbell at precisely 7 o'clock.
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Leaving Laura alone in that house was one of the hardest things I had to do. I was still scared of what this Ben guy was capable of. I had never met the man before and neither Laura nor Molly wanted to talk about him in great detail.
I opened the door of the SUV and climbed in. Driving the streets of America was hard at first but then I got the hang of it, basically the same thing just on different sides of the road. I stuck in the key my eyes not actually leaving the front door of the house.
Taking a deep breath I tried calming my nerves the best I could and changed gears. I backed out onto the street and drove through the neighborhood.
I could feel the nerves in my stomach trying to take flight. I haven't felt this nervous in my life. I remember the audition for Twilight; how I thought those nerves were going to kill ne right then and there. Then when I met Kristen and thinking about much I thought I cared for her now I realize how wrong I was.
I've never felt this before in my life. The street connects at the intersection, directing me toward the main part of town. I follow along the roads until I'm down town. Molly showed me this small restaurant a few weeks ago, she wanted me to plan a date for her there but that's not happening. I'm determined to make Laura's very first date the best ever.
I pull the SUV in the back of the building knowing that I have to conceal my face. Those days of the premiere nearly killed me. I had to go around telling everyone, even my family, that I was dating this woman who I didn't even like. I was in desperate love with her daughter.
The thought stops me short. Love?! When did that happen? I told myself not to let it get that far. Whatever this was with Laura wouldn't last because I refused to ruin her life because of my fame. I dread the day the press actually find Molly's real name and house because Laura's life will never be the same.
I swallow feeling the sudden dryness of my mouth and throat. Cutting the engine, I close my eyes leaning against the seat. This can't be happening right now! I can't be in love with this high school girl, she doesn't love me back. I mean even if she did she's clouded by the fact that I'm a celebrity and that's all it is, it's not real love.
The thought causes my heart to pound erratically. I don't like the idea of her not loving me in the same way. Another thought comes across my mind; do I tell her I love her to find out if she loves me?
I shake my head; of course I can't tell her that. The poor girl is being dragged around while I publicly date her mother. She has to basically watch someone she desperately cares about kiss another woman. I can't tell her this revelation right now, everything will be ruined.
The nerves in my body have lessened but I can tell that this won't be as easy as I once thought it to be. My eyes open to reveal a plain brick wall in front of the car. This place is secluded, most people can't afford the place or don't realize it's an actual restaurant. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and push away the one thought that's making the nerves worse. Later once I'm alone I'll figure everything out but for now I'll push it aside and bury it.
I take the keys from the ignition and push them in the front pocket of my jeans. Looking in the rear-view mirror I spot the bag I placed in here earlier. The bag that holds my tux. Everything about tonight has to be perfect and if Molly shows up everything will be ruined not to mention brought to light in Molly's eyes.
I push the door open not letting myself think about the possibility of Molly showing up. I walk across the concrete to the back door. The door's black with a small peep hole at the top. I raise my hand and knock twice like instructed just the other day when I made these reservations.
I wait a few seconds and the hole at the top of the door comes open, “Can I help you?” Asks a rough older male voice from the other side of the door.
“Yeah I made reservations a few days ago for tonight and I need to make sure everything's in order.”
“I'll be right back.”
I hear the hole close and the heavy footsteps walk away. I stuff my hands in my pockets feeling the cool car keys and my iPhone in my pocket. Suddenly I hear the whole open again and someone must peep out because the door opens.
An older man with gray hair and white mustache stands in front of me. He's dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt and tie. He seems all business and I wonder for a minute if I've got the right place.
“Mr. Pattinson right? You called on Thanksgiving to book a private room for the night?”
I nod my head, “That would be me.”
His eyes widen and he ushers me forward, “Right this way sir. My name's Mr. Kim but you can cam me Pin. I won and manage this place with my daughters. You will have your own chef; his crew was brought just for you to make sure you have the utmost secrecy that you requested.”
The place is dim lit as I walk through. We continue walking and then we come to the main part of the restaurant. There are tables all around with fireplaces along the wall. Each table has a rose on top with an elegant tablecloth.
He walks around this part of the restaurant and ushers me through a door and I look around. There's a table sitting off to the side of this glass wall. Through the wall holds an impressive fire with logs for a romantic setting. I'm flabbergasted at the romance of it all. I could have never done something like this on my own.
“The table will be more decorated for later. We have arranged for this section over here to be your private dancing area.”
I look at the area he's suggestion and smile. I can finally have that romantic dance with her that couldn't have at her dance.
“Perfect.”
Takes a breath realizing that I'm not hard to please.
“Would you like a look at the menu? We can take some off or add some things for you.”
I give a nod and walk to the table, “I would also like to meet the chef and crew. I don't want them having a star struck moment tonight, better get it over with before I bring my date.”
I hear his shuffling since I'm looking at the table, “Sure thing sir. I'll just let the chef know but he may need to call for the rest of the crew. They haven't arrived yet.”
“I'll wait.”
I turn around holding my eyebrow up and he takes the hint.
“I'll be back shortly.”
He quickly scatters along shuffling his feet with him. I chuckle once he leaves and I'm left alone in the room. My eyes close and I can just about picture Laura face as she takes a look at the room. Most over woman, Molly for instance, wouldn't have cared about effort I took. Laura was just fine with my romantic dinner at home last night. Molly would have gripped over something like this, but then get drink off the wine.
Tonight I was bringing everything out. I know she's underage but tonight I was going to treat her like the grown woman I knew she was. She could drink wine and I wouldn't say anything because tonight we won't think about tomorrow or the next day, just tonight with no distractions.
Suddenly I hear my phone ringing. At first I think it's Laura and that she's in trouble. I quickly pull out my phone and check the ID. Groaning at the name ♥Molly I hit send knowing that if I don't she'll think something's up.
“Hello?” I ask dreading the sound of her voice.
“Robert! I was just calling to check on you and Laura. I know she's got to be a handful.”
I roll my eyes, she has no clue about her own daughter, and even I can see that.
“Actually we are doing just fine. We played board games last night and then ate diner before going to bed. She's really not that bad.”
“Oh well that's good. Listen I don't know for sure how long I'll be here. I just hope that your people don't call for a few days at least. I got a message from Kimi's mom, Jennifer, saying that she stayed with her mother since Kimi isn't coming home until late. Laura won't have anywhere to go if you have to leave.”
I nod even though she can't see me, “Yeah I think she mentioned that she'll have to go to school alone this coming up week.”
I hear her sigh on the other end. It reminds me of those days in the hotel after we left her mother's. I hated those days. The sounds she made still echo in my ears. If I close my eyes I still hear her moans and groans.
“Robert, did you hear me?”
I snap my eyes back to the present realizing that I drifted off for a second.
“Sorry about that what were you saying?”
She giggled, “Daydreaming again I see? I just wanted to know what you were up to right now. Also my client that was in the wreck is in surgery. I had to come and give the hospital his information because the woman he was with didn't know any of it and I was on the papers for next of kin. He doesn't really have any close family around so I just signed him over. I got his sister here and she called some other people but since I'm his assistant I have to stay to look after his assets. His family is too worked up right now to do anything.”
The way she talks, she cares more for this person she works for than her own flesh and blood.
“Well right now I'm out of the house. Laura and I are eating out tonight, thought getting her out of the house was best. I gave her some money to go shopping while I found a place to eat tonight that won't go blabbing to tabloids.”
It was better to tell half of the truth just in case something happened. Maybe she shows up and we aren't home or something gets leaked to the news. She can't say that I didn't tell her.
“Do you really think that's a smart idea? I mean you out in public at a restaurant, some places don't care about your personal life, and I don't want to compete with my own daughter in the news.”
Rolling my eyes again I can hear noise on the other side of the door. I know I should hurry before one of the people here gives me away.
“Molly, first of all if they found out they won't say anything. She can be traced back to you, she's your daughter. All they will say is that I'm trying to have a relationship with my girlfriend's daughter; I'm taking the time to get to know her before I barge into her life. I agree with you about not wanting Laura put through the spot light but if anything happens between us, like anything more, than she will be in the spot light whether you or anyone else likes it. Now I hate to go but I'm kind of busy, I need to call Laura and check on her, make sure she hasn't gotten home alone yet. Plus I need to leave the place I'm at.”
“Fine Robert, but if anything happens to her in the spotlight, it's your fault. I won't be taking the rep for it this time.”
The line goes dead and my eyes are wide. What the hell just happened? Who was the first person that made her have to take the heat from it? I shake my head hitting the end button and pushing my phone back in the pocket. Maybe it's her ex-husband? I mean the a** didn't even come in to see his own daughter. Molly has a few choice words for him while I was in the restroom causing them to leave but that was about it.
Just remembering that time at the hospital has gotten me nervous. The idea of Ben coming back for Laura has me wanting to run to check on her or at least call her. The only thing that stops me is the fact that she's left to go shopping, she's probably in a dressing room changing into a dress or something.
I take a breath willing my nerves to calm down at wait for the people to walk through that door. I take a look around the room making sure everything is set in the right place for tonight; I want it to be perfect, spectacular.
The door flies open and the man from before is standing in front of me. He walks over to another door off to the side and sticks a key inside the knob. The knob twists from the other side and the door comes open. The manager, man from before, stands off to the side as a line of people start filing in the room.
The first man must be the chef because he's dressed in a white chef hat, an apron around his waist, and he's wiping his hands off on a rag. The other people must be part of his crew. There are other cooks as well as waitresses that will be serving us tonight.
I take deep breath and remove the sunglasses that always manage to conceal my identity somehow.
“Now if any of you have any problem serving me than you must leave right now. I don't care about anything. I need tonight to be special, my date's special to me; I want her to feel like nothing can go wrong. So that means so squealing, autographs, or flirty smiles during our dinner. If it happens than I will refuse to pay for your services and I can assure you that you won't be working here much longer. I don't mean to be mean or rude I'm just determined not to let me status stop the girl I love from having a bad night.”
I can see wide eyes from all the people standing along the line. The girl at the end, a waitress, raises her hand. I quirk and eyebrow and point at her, “What's your question?”
“Umm well I w-was j-just wondering if I could get that autograph now. My sister's a huge fan of yours and she would kill for an autograph. I won't be a problem for your date if you can do this one thing, if you feel more comfortable than I can work in the kitchen as to not disturb your date.”
I sigh letting a smile come to my face, “Come on. I guess you have something for me to sign.”
She nods and walks toward me pulling out a small notebook. The front's pink with stickers all over it. I can see some of them are vampire related. She smiles at me, her red hair in a bun on her head, handing me the notebook.
“The last page, please.”
I nod pulling out a pen from my pocket and flip to the last page. There are a lot of scribbles on the page causing me to let out a chuckle.
Mrs. Robert Pattinson
Mrs. Edward Cullen
“Exactly how old is your sister?”
She giggles and smiles, “She's eleven.”
I smile and scribble out my signature leaving a small message next to it. I close it back and hand it back to her, “Miss it's your decision whether or not you stay as my waitress but I will hold you responsible for anything that might happen with the other waitress or if you can't hold your composure.”
She nods her head, “I'll stay as your waitress. I'm sure your date will be pleased to have someone else around during the date. She might to be shocked; I could help her as well.”
I nod and she walks back to the line. I see everyone else looking uneasy, “The cooking crew just has to make sure not spit in my food or under or over cook anything. The waitresses are the ones that really have to worry the most. Now if everyone thinks they hold their composure during the date than you can leave. I want the chef and the manager to stay behind; I need a look at the menu for tonight.”
Everyone quickly scatters out and I take a seat at the table. I won't be test tasting anything just looking at the menu. The chef and manager walks swiftly to my table and laid out the menu. Opening it up I knew I was in for a long day.
**
One hour and a half later I was done and walking back to the SUV. Everything was set in motion for the most romantic date I had ever planned. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I climbed back in the car.
I chuckled at the image my mind conjured up of her face. Cheeks flushed from the evening night, make-up done to perfection, dress knee length and gorgeous, and her lips telling me I shouldn't have gone through all that trouble.
She's the only girl that I've met that was happy with board games and a night together in bed. The other women I've dated wouldn't have wanted that. I suppose it's because they were all famous and used to all the glamor that I had to step up my game, but with Laura my game's perfect just the way it is.
I jammed the key in the ignition pulling on the seat belt and back out. I guess I should go to the house to check on her and if she's not there I should leave a note so she doesn't worry too much. I drive along the same streets that got me here. All the time the radio's at a low volume and Laura's image is still in my mind.
The only thing I can't conjure up is the perfect dress she'll be wearing. I know before I even see her that the dress will just complement her perfectly. Everything about her is perfect, she's everything I didn't know I wanted, from her cheeks, to her legs, to her lips, everything.
I take a deep breath realizing that maybe my thoughts haven't been so pg-13 and I should think about something else. Too late, I'll be walking into the house with a major problem. I swear even Molly doesn't do this to me. I think she's also starting to realize that I'm not enjoying myself enough during sex. I mean it's almost embarrassing, the fact that I can't seem to get aroused in her presence but let her daughter come in the room and I have a major “problem.” I sigh as I pull the SUV in the drive. I can't tell if she's back since I'm sure she'll park her mother's car back in the garage.
I had a feeling that Molly never let anyone besides herself drive that car so I gave Laura permission to drive it. In the back of my mind I'm hoping she'll dirty it up or someone will key it while Laura's in the store. I cut the engine and pull the keys out stuffing them in my pocket. I push the door open and walk to the front door pulling the keys right back out since I forgot I have to unlock the door.
Unlocking the door I step inside pulling the door closed behind me. The house is quiet confirming she's still gone. I know she'll be gone for a while so I don't bother being quick. My stomach started rumbling so I venture into the kitchen to make me a small sandwich that will satisfy the hunger for now but not kill it before dinner.
After I make the sandwich I glance at the clock. I can see that she'll probably be back very soon and I should get going. I want tonight to be completely special for her, which meant that I'll be leaving and then picking her up for the date the traditional way.
I look around the room for a piece of paper and find a sheet of notebook paper in the cabinet. Pulling out the same pen I used earlier I write down the note for her.
Be back to pick you up Laura -Robert
I make sure the note doesn't say more than that, just in case Molly does show up here or something. I leave it in perfect view of the entrance to the kitchen and walk out. My stomach's no longer growling and I feel the nerves start to set in once again. In just a few hours I'll be picking her up for our date.
I look around the living making sure I haven't forgotten something I need and then walk to the front door. I pull the door open and turn the lock on the back of the door pulling the door shut behind me.I quickly climb in the car and then put the key in and pull the seat belt over me once again.
Backing out I head in the direction of the hotel where I booked the room. My hands are twitching and I know I need to distract myself from the details of tonight. I turn up the volume of the radio and frown at what I hear. I really don't know the name of the country song playing so I change the station at the next red light. Nothing comes on that distracts my nervous mind.
A horn blares behind me and I snap my head back up embarrassed. Get it together, Robert! It's just a date. I tell myself but then my conscious speaks, yeah but this is the first time you've been in love with said date.
I know I can't argue because it's the truth. No matter what I say, nothing can change that fact. I change lanes to get ready to turn into the parking lot of the hotel. This hotel is a lot better than the one I stayed in to get rid of Molly. I will never forgive myself for the way I made Laura feel then.
I was just so scared when she said that in her sleep that I panicked. I ran and didn't even think of the repercussions it was going to have on Laura. I mean as soon as I heard those four words come from Molly's mouth all thought of our first kiss vanished.
Just thinking of the kisses with Laura make me feel like such a sap. I feel whipped whenever I'm around Laura because she just brings out a whole new side to me. Our kisses last night and how far we came really got me to thinking. Could I ever be her first? Do I want to be her first?
Of course I knew the answer to the last one. Of course I wanted to be her first but the problem was that I didn't think I could do it. I mean the pressure of doing my best would be insane. Of course she wouldn't be able to tell the difference of it so the question is could I be her first and still be dating Molly at the same time? Now that, I didn't know the answer to.
I parked the SUV closer to room I booked. Obviously I didn't get the room to do anything with Laura; I just needed a place to get ready for our date. I cut the engine and unbuckled the belt. I take a deep breath and push the door open. Walking the trunk of the SUV I pop the top. I find the suitcase containing my shoes and hair accessories along with the big black bag that holds my suit. I've used the suit on a couple of other occasions but nothing of this magnitude. The suit is the newest one I own since my stylist for the premieres keep the suits I wear for appearances and things.
I grab the suitcase and drape the bag over my arm and close the trunk. I walk across the front of the car and pull out my key card. I push it into the door and it shines a green light before the door opens. I push the door open and turn in the lock. I know that my face is covered by the hat and shades on my head and face but I pull the chain across the top just in case some super fan spotted me outside. I sit the suitcase on the bed and lay the bag down beside it.
I look at the windows and sigh. I walk over to the windows and close the blinds and then let the curtains close. I just hope no one can see through the curtains. I don't want to ruin Laura's date by some bob attacking me for playing a character on the screen. I don't understand some of these women, it's just a character, I'm not really a vampire I play on screen, it's called acting.
Taking a deep breath I calm my nerves and relieve my thoughts. I pull the shades from my face and the cap from my head. Now that I think about it I'll have to wear them until we get to the restaurant. I frown, that's not a typical date scenario. I shake my head, Laura wouldn't care, she cares more about me being safe and happy than she does about how well this date turns out.
I pull off my thin jacket and turn on the TV for some noise in the room. The channel's playing some show and it relaxes me some. I open the suitcase and begin to get ready for my date.
**
I look in the mirror and fix the tie under the jacket. I fix my hair just the way I know she'll like it and step back. I grin, perfect. I wipe the lint from the jacket and walk into the room. Night has fallen and I take a look at the clock. 6:44pm. I take one last breath before I grab the shades from the bed. Walking back in the room I pull the shades on my face frowning at how the shades put the look off. Oh well nothing I can do about it now.
I decide to push the suitcase under the bed as well as the bag. I'll come back later and get my things, the room's book for a week; I can get my money back since I didn't use it for entire time slot. I make sure everything's turned off before I walk out toward the car. I climb in the car and buckle my seat belt before I drive toward the house. I stop at an intersection and look out the window.
Tasha's Flowers & Gifts
My eyes widen and I move to the turn lane. I make the turn and drive for the florist. She'll love these I guarantee it. I cut the engine and check the time knowing that I need to hurry if I want to make it there on time. I speed to get the belt off and then run into the building. The place is pretty much empty which helps the nerves. I walk up to the counter knowing that the woman behind it will give me strange looks about the shades when she looks up.
I stand at the counter and tap it to get her attention from her phone. She looks up and smiles at me, “Hello, welcome to Tasha's, what can I help you with?”
I take a breath and try to disguise my voice so she won't recognize me.
“Well, I'm not sure exactly. I have a date tonight, our first, but we've been seeing each other a lot but with friends and family around. It's really her first date and I wanted to get her some flowers but I don't know what kind. Plus, I'm in a hurry.”
Suddenly her lips turn up in a big smile and she screams out, “Frank!”
I jump a little from the sudden shout and hear movement from the back. An old man comes walking from the back with a smile on his face as he slowly creeps to the counter.
“What's it now?” he asks the young woman sitting at the counter.
“Grandpa, I know you heard. This young man needs some flowers for his first date with a pretty girl but he doesn't know what to get her.”
He smiles and then looks at me. I see him thinking very hard and then looks at her and replies, “Remember the ones I bought grams for our date? Get him some of them, I know grams loved them.”
“I remember. I'll be back in a flash.” She quickly walks off toward the back understanding that I'm in a hurry.
“Kids these days. Dates and what not. I just hope you treat this dear girl of yours like the queen she is. You won't know how it feels to have her gone at the last minute.”
The old man walks closer to the counter and his old hand grips the top.
“Of course, I love her.”
He smiles but it's got this sadness laced with it.
“I hope she knows that.”
“I got them!” The girl comes speeding back to the front carrying a bouquet of flowers I didn't know the name of. She rings up the price and tells me which I pull out a credit card to pay and she slides it through.
“I hope you don't mind me asking but you wouldn't mind telling me about the woman you lost? I can see you talk from experience on this subject.”
He sniffles and the young woman hands me the card back along with the flowers.
“M-My w-wife, Tasha died a few years back. We had this huge fight right before she got sick and I stormed off. We were married for a long time and I said something I regret but she was always there, never faulted for a second. She died holding my hands before I got to tell her one last that I loved her with all my heart. So that's why I tell the kids to tell that special person what you should because it might be too late.”
I can feel my eyes trying to get teary.
“I'm sorry for your loss and maybe soon I'll tell her but for now I think it's too soon.”
He chuckles, “Don't wait forever because she won't.”
I nod and turn walking out of the store. I climb in the car and head off toward the house. The old man's words are echoing in my head and I'm confused on whether or not to tell her I love her.
All too soon I pull in the drive with a minute to spare and hop out of the car. I take a deep breath and hit the doorbell at precisely 7 o'clock.
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