Forbidden

Chapter 21

*Daniel's perspective*

"When are we gonna meet next time?" Lorraine asks when I put my car to halt near her place.

"Umm..." As soon as I was about to form an answer and turn towards her, someone getting out of a familiar car with a familiar face caught my eyes. It didn't even take me a second to know it was dad, striding towards the restaurant at the opposite side of the road. Dad never holds a meeting at a restaurant in evenings, and he never works past office time.

"Lorraine, I have to go. I'll call you later okay?!" I blabber hastily meeting her eyes turned down in a puppy face. Isn't she just overload of cuteness!

"You're acting weird since the lunch, and now you're not even answering me. What's gotten into you? I want to--" I crash my lips on hers before she could finish, enjoying the taste they gave. I tangle my fingers in her brunette hair pulling her closer.

"I'm sorry. I'll make up to you with a dessert for you, okay?" I say ruffling her hair, her lips pressed together and her cheeks showing a light red tint on them.

"You promise?"

"I promise." After one last hug, she hops out of the car dissappearing into a street. I do the same slamming the car door shut before walking down the path dad had went. I call my dad, just in case he wanted to inform me recieving no answer from him. I repeated the same over three times, yet the ring always ended.

I stride into the big fancy restaurant scanning the place until I find no sign of dad. I can't just walk around looking for him like I own this place. Thinking that, I walk to the receptionist sitting at the middle making him look up to me and greeting me with a warm smile.

"Good evening. How may I help you, sir?" He asks politely.

"I would like to know if there was a table reserved for Bret Wilson."

"Sure sir." He turns his attention to the computer screen before turning back at me. "Yes there is a reservation."

"Which table?"

"In the lounge upstairs down the hall on your left."

I nod at him curtly, "Thank you." Before making my way upstairs to the said place.

As soon as I enter the lounge, I quickly skim my eyes through the booths to find dad at the left end, talking to a person sitting across from him. I leave a sigh walking towards their booth and standing a few feet away from them. Dad was the first to look up to me and his face instantly displayed a cross of expression between surprised and shocked. The person he was talking to had his back to me and before I could speak, he turned to face me with a smile.

"Oh my boy, Daniel!" The familiar voice fell on my ear. It was none other than Nathan Roosevelt, Emily's father. A trail of thoughts flooded my mind and I wished them to be answered right now, yet I kept my reserve for sitting next to him was my father. I smiled warmly to greet him back.

"Hello, Mr Roosevelt." He gets up from his seat walking towards me and engulfs me in a hug. I hug him back before he pulls away patting my shoulder. He was the same height as my dad, still had maintained body as he did many years ago, his hair and moustache was getting whiter on his wrinkled face. I remember him once telling me he was a few years older than dad, yet he had a good physique for his age.

"You've grown to become so handsome, young man. Remember how I used to tell you you'd lure any girl you want by your charming looks when you were little?" He gives out a small laugh before turning to dad who had a smile on his face. I forced out a laugh too before nodding. I seriously don't remember anything!