MY BOYFRIENDS DAD ➳ LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO ➳ VIOLET

Sitting at the table, I watched as Tyler's mom placed all the plates down in front of us. Thanking her quietly, I picked up my cutlery, glancing over at Luke. Although I had literally exchanged a few words with him, he still made my heart thump. And it was wrong, of course it was wrong, he was my boyfriends dad! But it just a crush; a silly, teenage crush. That's all.

"So, Violet, tell me what you aspire to do in life?" Luke asked, my cheeks turning a slight red as my name rolled from his mouth.

"Well I've always taken an attraction towards literature, so hopefully journalism?" I answered as I felt Tyler's hand skim over my thigh. Settling further into the chair, I chewed on my food as Luke hummed in appreciation. My eyes didn't move from him, my lips pushed together in a straight line.

The table fell quiet as we all ate, not one word being spoken. Occasionally Tyler's hand would creep up on my leg, but I brushed it off and gave him a stern look.

"Tyler, help your mom clean up." Luke instructed him as we all finished, my hands clunking the knife and fork on the empty plate. Groaning, he stood up, bending over me and grabbing the plate. As Tyler and his mom disappeared into the kitchen, Luke faced me, knotting his fingers together as he looked me up and down.

"Your sons' gre-"

"How long are you staying then?" He poured himself a scotch, bringing it to his lips as he awaited my reply.

"A week or two, I didn't really want to intrude." I smiled shyly, bringing my own glass of water to my lips. Gulping it down, I crossed my arms across my chest, peering around the extravagant dining room. It was a deep red with a few painting littering the walls. Two large cabinets sat on the opposing wall, full with china and tea-sets.

"I used to study in art and graphic designing. Nothing major, just something to preoccupy my mind when I was free from work." Luke noticed me staring at a huge painting of their family; each member looking exactly as they did. It looked like a photograph, despite the small brushstrokes that became evident the more you looked.

"What do you do now?" I pushed the chair back so I could see more of the room, craning my neck to see the walls behind me. Each picture was framed in a gold, swirling piece, the metal polished well as it shone in the dim light of the candles.

"Accounting. It's pretty boring, but it rakes in the pounds." He got up from his seat, walking over to a small, lopsided painting of Tyler when he was younger, "He was a troublesome boy. Still is to be honest. Always will be."

"What do you mean Mr Hemmings?"

"Don't call me that, it's cheesy and makes me sound a lot older than I actually am. Call me Luke," He handed me the painting and I took it with the tips of my fingers, careful not to actually touch the canvas, "And nothing in particular. He just likes mess and getting into arguments. He likes having the last say in everything."

"Dad why did you have to show her this!" Tyler came striding it, grasping the painting from my hands. Placing it back onto the wall, he crossed his arms, his fingers running through his dark blond hair. When he stood next to Luke they looked so similar, except from the height gap and the facial hair Tyler seemed to lack.

"We were just discussing you as a child Ty', nothing massive." I leant my head onto his shoulder, looking up through my eyelashes at his jaw. His cheeks flushed a deep pink and he crossed his arms, facing his dad.

"I'm going to show Vi' her room, and then we'll be down a little later. I just need to shower and get into something more comfortable." Tyler took my hand in his as we made our way to the large hallway. Clutching our bags from the doorway, we started to take the stairs, my legs following him down the second floor's corridor. Pushing the door open, he flicked the switch and illuminated the room into a bright light.

The room was crystal clean. Large white rugs sat on the polished floorboards, giving the place a more homey feel as the rest of the room was full of modern day furniture. A kingsize bed sat in the middle of the back wall, two white cabinets sat beside it, a small lamp placed on both. The other wall was drawers, wardrobes and vanity - all a pearly white with charcoal handles.

"The bathrooms through there, you might want to go and freshen up before bed." Tyler pointed to a door at the far end of the room. Picking up my small toiletry bag, I closed the bathroom door behind me, placing the bag on a marbled bathroom counter. After I'd used the toilet, I tied my hair back and started to brush my teeth. I could hear Tyler sorting through the drawers, placing our clothes in each of them. I mentally sighed, realising that it would take me ages to find where he put all my night clothes.

"Tyl- For fucks sake! You could've told me you were naked!" I jumped back in surprise as I opened the door to see Tyler standing there, no clothes whatsoever, searching through his overnight bag.

"Nothing you haven't seen before baby!" He cooed, zipping the bag and dumping it at his feet.

"Yeah, well, when I usually see you like that I'm also naked and underneath you." I giggled, wrapping a spare blanket around his waist. He tutted, spinning around to face me.

"Violet Steele, are you suggesting that we have sexual intercourse in my parents house? While they are in the room down the hall? How very risky." He smirked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Tyler Hemmings, it shocks me to even think that you feel as if I would do such a thing." I whispered, placing a small kiss to his collarbone. He clung onto the blanket with one hand while using the other to pull me closer to him, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I love you Vi'."

"I love you too."