Temptation

Chapter 31

(Hey! Sorry it's been a couple days since I've updated! I've been busy with school and such and it's hard to squeeze in hours to write a chapter!

I hope everyone is having a good day and congratulations to everyone who got tickets!! AHHH I'm so excited!)

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BETH'S POV

The restaurant is just as my dad said. Classic. The lights outside the restaurant are decorated like Christmas lights but only gold lighting coming out of the small bulbs hanging on the black wire. The only sounds that are being made is the light streamed fountain in front of the building.

The dress that I'm wearing is flowing smoothly with slight breeze. My grandmother bought me this dress last year for Christmas and just now decided to wear it. It's a champagne color with small rim stones at the waist. It comes to about my mid thigh and is silky. My hair is curled loosely and lays on my shoulders and down my back.

We enter the restaurant and piano music is being heard along with the small quiet chattering of others. I can tell this reservation was expensive.

We get to our seats and my dad hands me the menu.

He opens it and scans through it and puts it down to look at me.

"My baby is eighteen." He smiles and I laugh. "Where has the time gone."

I close my menu and interlock my fingers to place them on my lap.

"You can say that again"

"That." He jokes. I giggle. My dad has always been the worst person when it comes to jokes.

"How's your mother?" He changes the subject and my smile fades.

"She uh..she's doing alright." I force a fake smile. I decide not to tell him about the date she had a couple nights ago. He nods and the waiter comes to take out order.

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We've been here for over an hour. My stomach is stuffed and my iced tea glass is half empty. I swear if I take another sip I'd throw up.

"Desert?" My dad asks.

"I can't.-" I rest my head on the back of the booth. "If I put another piece of food into my mouth I think I'll throw up, dad." I laugh and he frowns.

"Dad." He repeats. "That's new."

"I could still call you father it's just that mom-" he holds his hand up and stop my talking.

He lets out a slight chuckle. "Call me dad." He smiles and stands from the booth and we both leave the restaurant.

"Thank you dad, I had a great time." I tell him while he keeps his attention on the highway in front of us.

"You're welcome." He turns his head and smiles. "Any plans for tonight? Hanging out with Abby," he asks and I look out of the window and shake my head slightly.

"No. They probably have better things to do." I tell him. He pulls onto the street of our.. I mean my house.

"They?" He asks. Oh crap. "You and Harry aren't-"

"No," I stop him.

"Bethany you know that he's-"

"Dad, I know." I say and reach for the door handle when he parks outside of the large house.

"I forgot a couple books that I have to get here." He opens his door and follows me up the steps to the door.

The house looks dark inside and I wonder if my mom is home. I walk through the door and reach for the light switch.