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Chapter Thirty Seven

CARTER (P.O.V)

"What's a guy like you doing with my daughter?" Raising my eyebrows at him, I wonder what he means by that.

"Um, what do you mean by that sir?" He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. Honestly, Taylor's dead scares the shit out of me. I mean this guy looks like he wants to kill me just because I'm dating his daughter. 

"Please, call me Arthur. Hearing the word "sir" makes me think I'm still a veteran." Ohhhhh. I somehow forgot he was a veteran. Thank god. Literally thought he worked in the damn mafia...

"Okay... Arthur." He smiles, crossing his arms as he rests his drink on the table.

"Now, going back to the question I asked you earlier. What's a guy like you doing with my daughter?" Dammit.

"Uh well, I don't know what you mean by a guy like me," I ask him.

"Son, I'm not blind. I know you're a player with girls aren't you?" Shit.

"Um well."

"How many women have you been with?" Great, now I have to do math???

"I don't know if that's an appropriate question, Mr. Smith."

"Just tell me the goddamn truth." Taking a deep breath, I know for sure I gotta tell this man the fucking truth. Even if it kills me in the inside.

"Lots. I can't tell you the number because I don't even know." He nods, rubbing his eyes.

"Is my daughter one of them?"

"Taylor?" He nods. "No sir, she's not," I tell him. Hoping that he believes me, I honestly pray that Taylor will walk any minute now and pull me away from this hell.

"Do you love her?" My heart beats faster by the question, yet also because of Taylor.

"Very much. I even told her I love her. I still do every day. And I plan on doing it until the day I die, sir." Telling him my feelings about Taylor is a huge relief yet panic about what he might think. He then stands up and walks to where I am sitting down. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm dead. And I still haven't tried Taco Bell!

"I believe you." What just happened? Opening my eyes I see a smile on his face, laughing as he picks up his drink.

"You what?" I say in shock.

"I believe you, Carter." Standing up as well I walk a bit closer to him.

"Why?"

"Because you said the same damn words I said thirty years ago to my wife's father. And boy, that man scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah well, you did as well Mr. Smith." He looks at me with a smirk, probably happy that he made me almost shit my pants.

"Good. She is my daughter after all. I still treat her like she's a little kid, yet I know she's turning into a gorgeous woman every day. She's not my baby anymore," he says with a sad smile. Just looking at how much Taylor's dad truly loves her is making me sad about how my father never showed this type of love for me. Hell, I don't even think my father even knows the definition of love.

"Mr. Smith?" he turns to look at me as I call his name. "Um, I know I've never got the chance to ask you this question, and I know it's far too late, but I feel like you have the right to hear it."

"Go on son." Nodding I run my fingers through my hair.

"I already asked Taylor to be my girlfriend not too long ago, but I feel like I should ask you for permission. So, um, can she be my girlfriend?" I sound like a fucking wimp.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Lila's boyfriend never asked me for my permission yet you are."

"Well I see the love you have for Taylor and for a father, I know that this is a big deal." Laughing he nods.

"Taylor picked a good guy." Smiling my hearts bursts in happiness just by hearing him say that.

"Thank you, sir. But I'm afraid you're wrong about that." He raises an eyebrow at me in confusion. "It's the other way around actually. I picked the right girl, yet she changed me into becoming a good guy." He smiles and walks to where I am standing. 

Not even knowing what he's going to do, he shocks me as he sticks out his hand for me to shake. My eyes widen, yet my brain doesn't even function by what is happening right now. Finally, the gears switch in place, and I shake his hand tightly, showing him that I can be a perfect boyfriend for Taylor.

"You're a good man Carter. Don't lose it."

"I won't sir." Grinning he lets go of my hand. "Oh and Carter?"

"Uh yes, sir?"

"Stop calling me sir and start calling me by my first name. Don't be a baby son," he says, walking out of the living room.

"Did he just?"

"He called you a baby alright. How does it feel?" Turning around I see Taylor leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a smirk laying on her face.

"Awesome and hurtful at the same time." She laughs at my words, making me happier. Grabbing her in my arms I place a kiss on her neck, loving the way she feels in my arms. "I love you, Taylor," I mumble against her neck.

"Ditto, Mr. Guy who's afraid of my father." Taking a step away from her I give her a death stare, not loving the fact she caught up on that.

"He was scary!" She rolls her eyes, wrapping her arms around my neck she places a single kiss on my lips.

"I still love you for being afraid of him though." With a laugh I kiss her back, aware that her parents could be seeing this yet my body and mind craves for her taste. Just for a minute.



Amy Sparks

#92 in Romance
#32 in Young adult

Story about: love, romance, teen fiction

Edited: 01.03.2019

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