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A Father's Interest XX Ronin & D.E.66 XX

The girls eyebrow quirked a bit when he told her to put her skirts on and she nodded slightly with a sigh. It bothered her a bit the way it seemed like he felt she was wasting his time. With a slight frown, she shuffled through her skirts in her arms before looking over at the screen he pointed to and she softly grunted. She would of preferred changing in a separate room, but she had a feeling he didn't want to be kept waiting. Without saying anything, she moved behind the screen and placed the skirts down on a bench that was behind it and she shrugged off her black vest so she was wearing just her shirt and jeans before shimmying out of the jeans. As she moved her jewelry softly jingled.

Looking through her skirts, she picked up her best one and slipped it on. It was a modest black skirt that reached her knees. It was surprisingly made of silk and lace. At the hips, it was more fitted but near the top of her thighs it flared out and swayed with her movements. It wasn't tight and short like the skirts most girls her age wore. The teen didn't believe in exposing herself like that and demeaning herself. As she slipped on her skirt, she heard him talking on the phone, she shook her head slightly before stepping out from behind the screen and crossed her arms over her chest, clearly uncomfortable to be modeling for a man who was just a stranger to her.

As he told her that he managed to get a booth at one of the most prestigious restaurants in that side of the city, she arched an eyebrow at him. "Okay..." she said slowly, not sure as to what to say. "I'm guessing it'll be one of those places with a menu written in some foreign language then?" she asked while moving further from behind the screen. The outfit was an interesting one since she was wearing a nice skirt with a t-shirt and a random assortment of jewelry at the moment. She did have nice shirts, but since he said he wanted to see the skirt, she didn't bother grabbing one. "This is the nicest skirt I have." she said after a bit. "My grandfather bought it for me before he died. He knew someone who traveled to Paris frequently and as a favor asked for a skirt to be made for me."

The girl gently chewed on her bottom lip and looked around the room for a bit then looked at him again. "Since it's made of silk and lace, it should be acceptable to your crowd." she said with a shrug.
 
Richard had been studying her clothes carefully more intent on displaying her as his long lost daughter to the public in an amicable fashion. He chuckled softly when he heard her take a swipe at figuring out what kind of place he was planning to take her soon. “I see you have been watching movies, truth be told, I find it too time consuming to learn another language so instead I have a waiter whom knows to translate their language into English fluently.” He was pleased that finally she seemed to hold some interest to their dinner.

“I suppose that skirt will do.” He nodded more to himself than to her. “But is that the best shirt you have?” He asked, taking note to how plain the shirt looked. “So do you need to take a shower or freshen up before we go?” He asked, as he rose up to his feet, she seemed to know what to wear or so he thought as he sauntered over towards the door. “If not join me outside, I will be waiting at the front door.” After opening the door ajar, he added. “Oh yes preferably do it before 12pm, this place we are going to, well I am not the only one who has a booking there.” He was a regular customer, so he knew how it was impossible to ask them to delay.

Richard was making his way to the front door, adjusting his sleeve, it was slightly folded. He was wondering whether he had become a baby sitter, but also keeping in mind his ultimate goal to have his way with his daughter. That was the only reason he had allowed her into his life, the thought put a grin up to his lips and he shook his head slightly, dropping down on the sofa and turning the tv on. He glanced down at his watch, it was 11:25am, he did hope she would hurry as he changed the channels till the business one came on.
 
Kyla listened to the man while she put on her skirt, rolling her eyes at his comment about having a waiter who knew to translate their language. That just let her know she was right about where they were going. It was most likely going to be one of those posh snobby places where everyone judged you on what you wore, how you did your hair and makeup and who you were with. The thought of being among such shallow sounding people irritated her a bit as she stepped out from behind the screen just for Richard to judge her just like they would.

When he said the skirt would do and asked if that was the best shirt she had, she frowned at him. "Of course not. You asked to see a skirt. Not a whole outfit." she said shortly. His comment about her shirt made her cross her arms while she gazed at him. "I'll need to shower. I was packing the house when you showed up unexpectedly." She watched him move to the door and she merely nodded before watching him leave. Once he was gone, she shut the door the rest of the way before moving back to her bags and going through them before pulling out a fresh pair of underclothes and a top as well as a small makeup bag and shoes.

Without another sound, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door a little harder then a person normally would. A minute later the sound of the water running could be heard as she started the shower. She was in the bathroom about twenty minutes before she stepped back out. She walked out to where he was waiting and placed her hands upon her hips. "Well? Would this do for being in the presence of the type of people at this restaurant?" She was dressed in her skirt with a simple pale blue blouse and black, low heeled dress shoes. Her curly hair was pulled up into a twist that was held there by a hair comb and her makeup was done so that it barely looked like she were wearing any with a neutral eyeshadow and a light pink lipstick.
 
Richard shook his head slowly as he took in the sight of what she wore. It hadn’t been what he had expected, still in comparison to what had worn before it was an improvement to say the least. “Well, I guess it could be worse.” He said with a shrug, he slipped an arm around hers and began to slightly tug her in an effort to get her to follow him. “I think you will need to get a makeover in the near future.” He said, he would have to talk to his hair stylist whom worked on both men and women. And he began to plan different aspects of her life such as her future. “So, what do you plan to become, I mean profession?” He had no real clue about her in that sense and it did not bother him one bit.

He had to keep his lips sealed shut, to mask his criticism of the perfume and even the makeup she had on. “The driver is waiting downstairs for us, now if you will follow me.” He said, rather than waiting for a response, he continued to guide her back to the lift. As they waited for the lift, he turned to face her. “Do not speak to any one, we might encounter. I will handle any and all conversations.” He added, his daughter had never been mentioned by him to any other person, not even his best friend. The only other person who knew about it was the detective he had hired, although their contract stated if he were to reveal anything, he would sue for everything he had.

Once they entered the lift, he noticed a mother and daughter already inside, he lightly nodded at them. He knew them from a charity event and felt rather embarrassed at how they stared at Kyla, but there was not much he could do or say so he gritted his teeth together and kept quiet, as soon as the doors of the lift opened he was basically dashing towards the large doors which indicated the exit. The driver had already pulled up the car and had the door open for them. He waited for her to get inside before he followed right behind her. “Make it fast, we are running late.” He gave out a small yell, wanting, for now to be alone with her.
 
Kyla softly grunted when he said her outfit could of been worse and she frowned. As he linked his arm with hers, she became a little uncomfortable but followed him anyways as he led her from the hotel room. When he said she needed to get a makeover in the near future, she pressed her lips together. "I don't need a makeover." she said firmly. "I'm perfectly happy the way I am and I'm not about to change myself into something I'm not." Kyla could feel her anger with him rising and she clenched her jaw a bit. She hated how he treated her as if she wasn't good enough to be in his company and she hated how he kept saying she had to change. "As for my planned future, I'm planning on being a pediatrician. I've earned several scholarships to some of the better schools around here and I've already been in contact with some of them about their classes and even their dorms."

At the lift, she looked up at him when he told her not to speak to anyone and she narrowed her eyes a bit. He'd be able to see that her anger was rising by the way her blue eyes flashed. When they got onto the lift, she saw the woman and her daughter on it. Setting her jaw and lifting her chin slightly, she ignored them, showing that she didn't care what they thought of her.

After the doors to the elevator opened, she nearly had to run to keep up with him because of his longer strides. Once they were out of the building, she yanked her arm from his and rubbed her shoulder. Without saying anything to him, she got into the car and slid to the far side, doing her best not to grind her teeth together out of irritation while glaring out the window on her side.
 
He felt more annoyed with her tone, she seemed intent on going against all his wishes, at least it seemed that way. “Well, the schools I can get you inside, will not just require excellent grades but you will also have to have a specific set of skills. If you were to complete your studies in one of them, there wouldn’t be a place in the world you couldn’t work at.” He mentioned, he had his eye on the school he was now an alumni member of. He would have to be making some donations, he thought quietly. After all, that was how his father had helped him to get into that school. It was the school where only the top students applied and was comparable to Harvard. Only the best from them were chosen.

He shook his head once more as he settled back in the leather seats, she seemed to hate everything about him. He had at least hoped to somehow surprise her with the wealth he had accumulated through his hard work. “Look its not all bad, I mean you get to eat whatever you want and tomorrow I ll take you to do some shopping, on me.” He said, by habit returning to using his money in an attempt to leave his daughter happy.

The rest of the journey was in silence and once the car had slowed down to a halt, he rose up and got out. Waiting outside of the car for her, leaving his arm extended out for her. They could mistake her for a young girl he was dating, he thought, in his world appearances was very important. “I promise you will enjoy tonight.” He said, his mind easing as he thought about his plans for her for this very night.
 
Her frown deepened a bit more when he spoke of the schools he could get her into and she huffed while looking over sharply. "But that's what you're not understanding. I don't want help getting into a school that will only accept me for money and the way I dress. I want to be accepted into one of my choice for my hard work and my academics." she said. "I never asked for help and I don't want help. Because of honest hard work, I've been awarded multiple free scholarships to some of the best schools of my choice. Schools like Harvard and John Hopkins." Turning her head away from him, she pinched the bridge of her nose with a soft huff. She could feel a headache coming on and she was highly irritated already and the way he was flaunting his money just increased that irritation.

When he settled back in the leather seat of the car and told her it wasn't all bad, she snorted and shook her head. "I don't want your charity." she said after he said that he'd take her shopping the next day. After that, she became silent and withdrawn, her fingers playing with a loose lock of her hair, curling it around her finger and tugging on it as a sign of pent of irritation.

As the car slowed down, she squared her jaw before listening to him get out of the car before she carefully got out of it. When he told her that she'd enjoy that night, she merely shook her head while schooling her features into a neutral expression though her blue eyes showed her anger. It seemed that she'd definitely inherited his anger and unlike him, she hadn't had help to control it. After all, no one had ever pushed her to the point of being really pissed off. Somehow, she doubted that she'd be enjoying that night if the rest of the day was anything to go on.
 
He was tired of trying to receive some kind of acceptance from her, deciding to just push up his plans instead. As they entered inside the exquisite restaurant, where even the maître d was gleaming as he offered Richard a smile. He did not bother to look for his booking, instead he lead Richard and his daughter to a booth which was located right at the very end. There were 3 folks, a spoon as well as two knives laid out on the table. All the silverware was gleaming brightly as he settled down across from her.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked, laying the napkin over his lap, before gazing down at the menu. He had been here countless times before and almost knew the menu by heart but he did not want to at that moment stare at her. After a few moments, he took the jug of water and poured some in two glasses, careful to pop a small pill inside of hers. It had been a pill which was supposed to release a person’s inhibitions or so he was told and slow their senses to an almost drugged state. The pill dissolved almost immediately as it touched the water. “Well, how about a toast?” He said.

He lifted his glass up in to the air. “To a new start, hopefully.” He said, he had no idea of how long the drug would take to kick in once it had been taken. “I am sure things will get better once you decide on the school you would want to.” He had hoped to just mention the school he had handpicked out of the lot. Once more he found himself holding back his words.
 
After entering the restaurant, she looked around and knew she was right about her guess earlier and she forced herself not to give a sigh of irritation. At the maitre d, she merely looked at the man before following him to the booth. She sat down after smoothing down the back of her skirt and she looked at the place settings and she felt the crest of her cheeks reddening a little. Because she did not eat in restaurants like this, she did not know what all of the utensils were for and she just felt her irritation increase as she felt a bit of humiliation forming and she glared at the menu as she picked it up.

When he asked what she thought, the teen glanced at him over her menu. "It's exactly as I expected." was all she said. Luckily she'd taken multiple french classes in high school, so she could understand a bit of what was written and what she didn't understand she'd work out. The girl had, had enough humiliation for the day and wasn't about to ask for someone to translate it. While she read what was written in the menu, she did not see what he was doing until she heard him ask about a toast. Closing her menu with a snap, she gazed at him with a level gaze.

At his mention of things getting better when she decided on her school, she arched an eyebrow. "I'm sure it will." she said while picking up her water, already deciding to pick one that had dorms so that she could spend as much time away from him as she could.
 
He could sense that she was rather uninterested in him but as she lifted the glass of water up to her lips, he just smiled inside, choosing to mask his emotions till the right moment. As the water entered her system, the liquid would slowly make its way to her system, but symptoms to arise were a sudden craving for food and bowel movements being erratic.

He watched quietly waiting for it to show up, lightly rotating the glass around similar to how he would with his wine. Once the waiter had returned to their table, Richard’s eyes hovered over the menu. “Get me the duck special.” He said, before handing over the menu. “What about you, what will you have?” He asked, slightly distancing her from him by not referring to her with a nickname. This waiter had been waiting him for a few years now so it was troublesome if he found out about his daughter, the one he had abandoned years ago.

Reaching out with a hand, he placed it on top of hers. “I do realize this move is hard for you and it will take time to adjust but shutting me out is not going to achieve anything other than to deprive you of a father.” He said, rather blunt about his thoughts, dealing with her as if he was dealing with a business associate.
 
She took a small sip of water before setting the glass aside, leaning back in her seat before looking away from him, brushing her bangs from her eyes while watching the staff moving around the quiet restaurant. She felt uncomfortable in such a quiet setting, being used to more homey places where she worked and hung out with her friends. Places where they could laugh and talk without having to worry about being too loud. When the waiter returned, she looked up at him while Richard ordered before she ordered as well.

"I'll have the roast beef tenderloin with remoulade Sauce." she tells the waiter. "Have them make the beef medium rare." With that she handed the menu to the man before facing her father again. She was tempted to ask him if that was okay and to toss on 'dad' at the end of it since she had a feeling he didn't want others to know about her. But she would hold her tongue. For now at least.

After the waiter was gone, she took another sip of her water before pausing when Richard placed his hand over hers and she looked him square in the eyes. "I wasn't deprived of a father. I had one growing up and I cherished him up until the day he was killed, though I will always cherish his memory." she said. Her voice had an edge to it that wasn't there before. It was a tender subject for the girl. "And I'm not shutting you out. I'm placing boundaries because I don't want to become associated with nor end up like those air headed, rich, spoiled girls that I've had the displeasure of meeting. They walk around with their noses in the air thinking they're better then everyone just because they have money and their daddies can buy them designer clothes that make them look like whores."

She paused and looked down at the table with a heated glare before looking up at him. "This... move, as you put it, is more then just hard. It's increasingly agitating because you suddenly pop into my life and rip me away from everything I held dear. My mother, my home, my friends and family. Everything. Then you go around flaunting the money you have and criticizing everything about me from my hair to the way I dress and then what school I'm going to be going to." She paused for a moment to take another sip of water before continuing. "If you didn't want to be embarrassed by a daughter that doesn't wear the latest fashions and doesn't follow a clique of other stupid rich girls, then you shouldn't of claimed me, because it's clear that you're embarrassed to be seen with me and I'm never going to be like that."
 
He heard her order, raising a brow as he heard her mention her order, he had not expected her to be able to make such an order. Their eyes met as she explained about her step father. “All I would like is to make you happy, just because you’re wearing decent clothes does not mean you’re a whore or have to be stuck up.” He said, defending the type of lifestyle that was somewhat true and false, there were some children whom were rather arrogant others were not.

“You need to understand that, the way I grew up was different to how you did and as for ripping you away, do remember your mother is dealing with a lot of outstanding bills so I thought I would help her out by looking out for you, sorry if helping your mother is such a bad thing.” He said, not enjoying her rude accusations, his expression had changed as the emotion drained from his face.

He wondered how long the symptoms would take to set in, a few minutes passed as they waited for the food. His eyes widened as the foot finally was brought out. “I am not embarrassed by you.” He said, as the waiter had left. “I just am careful about how it will reflect on my professional image, it can Impact on my business.” He added. He was doing his best to explain his actions to her. This was very weird since he was used to getting his point accepted without anyone second guessing him. He thought best way was to change his approach. “I am sorry I was not around for you when you were young…” He said, his voice was low, he was trying to be genuine. He knew he could not just solve wounds that had been open for a long time, instantly.

“I believe I owe you at least a hug.” He said, opening his arms out in her direction and you can call me dad if you would like.” He said, somewhat pushing the dialogue, which was very unlike himself, someone whom avoided physical, personal contact in public places.
 
Seeing the surprise at her order, she forced herself not to roll her eyes. There was a reason that she was offered so many scholarships after all. She was rather smart after all.

As he defended the type of clothes the other girls wore, she sighed and shook her head. "No, but they tend to make the girls that wear them look like ones." she said. "And I'd rather not look like one. Besides, for the price of one pair of jeans those wealthy people wear, I could buy nearly an entire wardrobe of clothes just as nice. It's a waste of money to buy, 'decent' clothes, as you put it. I buy what I need when I need it and I always put myself on a budget." Having been raised to be mindful of how much money was spent, Kyla thought it absolutely moronic to spend money on clothes like other girls did.

She was quiet as he told her that she had to understand that he grew up differently compared to how she did and that she should remember about her mother being financially strapped. As he spoke, she clenched her jaw a bit. "I know full well what bills she has. Thus the reason I've been working full time and helping to pay them." she tells him.

She became quiet while they waited for their food to come. While she waited, she felt her stomach growl and she felt her appetite come back and she swallowed while finishing her water. Without waiting for him to pour it, she picked up the pitcher and filled her glass. Once the food was set down, she softly thanked the waiter before opening her napkin and setting it in her lap, only pausing when he claimed he wasn't embarrassed by her. "Well you certainly act like it." she said. "After all, you don't exactly seem thrilled about having a daughter and you don't seem to want me to know any one you're acquainted with. Not that I want to, mind you."

The fact that he was more worried about his professional image then how he appeared to his own flesh and blood bugged her a little. "Well, if it's your professional image you're worried about while being seen with me, then don't take me out anywhere." she told him. When he suddenly apologized for not being around when she was young, she froze and stared at him, her eyes widening a bit when he offered a hug to him.

The though of hugging him made her uncomfortable and it showed. It wasn't so much him, but the fact she'd have to hug someone. Like him, she wasn't one for physical, personal contact in public. Sure, she hugged her mother and had hugged the man that had been like a father to her in public, but to her that was different. She loved them and had grown up with them. So for a little bit she shifted in her seat before sighing and rolling her eyes. Carefully sliding over in the booth until she was next to him, she hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, patting his back softly. After a bit she draw away, still uncomfortable with the closeness and she drew back a little further. "Can we eat now?" she asked after a moment.
 
Richard had been out of his depth when he had asked for that hug and with each parting second that she did not move sent a rather uneasy feeling through him. But he released a small sigh in relief when she finally wrapped her arms around him, before pulling away. “Sure we can eat.” He said with a soft grin, enjoying how close she had come to him. It was very nice to feel her lithe body press up into his, he thought silently, his hand resting on her lap. “Thank you for the hug, I know it must have been hard.”

His hand did not move as the food was brought and carefully laid out, he was just observing her quietly. Finally his hand moving away, before giving a rather gentle caress over her thigh. “So, you must have left a ton of friends back home, if you want you can invite them over to my hotel.” He suggested, he wondered how she would take to him rubbing her thigh.
He gazed down at the food that had been served, his was a rather small portion of food, it was a mixed entrée of scallops and cauliflower. While she had only ordered a main course, he had always been regular with a 3 course meal, similar to a banquet and all his food was never found in the menu and customarily cooked for him. It was a silent relationship he shared with this restaurant in particular.

“I hope you enjoy the food, this is after all one of my favorite restaurants. And if you have already noticed that my favorite type of food is sea food.” He said, as he picked up the knife and fork, proceeding to cut the scallops apart before lifting a piece and popping it into his lips. “Mmmm…” He said, munching it down slowly, he was also carefully studying her manners.
 
Kyla shifted in her seat, a little uncomfortable as she sat there. "I... I don't really like being touched and I like shows of affection even less." she stammered softly, shifting a little further away from him to put some more space between them. She felt his hand in her lap and it made her fairly uncomfortable. After he removed his hand after caressing her thigh, she ran her hand over her leg and smoothed down her skirt, the look on her face saying she didn't like the more intimate touch. At his comment about having left a ton of friends behind, she shook her head slightly.

"I was never part of a large crowd." she murmured. "I only ever had a small group of friends and I don't think you'd want any of them to your hotel room. They're like me and they don't dress in expensive clothes. Most have thrift store clothes and cheap clothes from department stores. We're part of the art scene in our community." That would explain part of the reason why she dressed the way she did. Artists often dressed in a messy kind of style. At least the ones that were rather down to earth and didn't sell their things in the large art galleries in New York..

After she got her food, she sighed softly. While she wasn't a nut about her figure, she did keep herself on a certain diet. On her plate were two beef tenderloin medallions resting on a small bed of greens with a small bit of rice and mixed vegetables and a small bit of some kind of sauce drizzled over the beef. It wasn't an entree meal, the girl preferring not to over eat and waste food by ordering more then what she knew she could eat.

"Yes, I can tell." she said as he took a bite of his scallops. While she spoke, she picked up a fork and took a bite of her vegetables before she picked up her knife and carefully cut a small piece of meat out of the tenderloin, raising it to her lips and eating it. Though she didn't have the table manners of a girl raised in a finishing school, she didn't eat large bites of things and she always chewed with her mouth closed. She also never spoke with her mouth full.
 
Richard felt a bit annoyed at how she behaved when he had just lightly run his fingertips along her thigh. He listened to her intently before watching her silently as she used the wrong knife and folk to begin with her meal. His own meal had showed up, it was small and screamed in elegance, he was careful in his choice of cutlery, choosing the smallest of all the folks and knives. Taking his time to, place the food into his lips; savor it before swallowing it down.

Once he was done with his meal, he arranged the folk and knife properly, laying it out on his plate and using his napkin, dabbing it on his lips. The plate was half eaten since he had saved room for his main meal. He did wonder if the drug was having any effect on her, since she seemed to be showing nothing, she should have been drowsy by now at least, he thought. He snapped his finger and immediately a man rushed over to their table. “Can we get some of your best win, please?” He asked, the waiter nodded and rushed off.

In a few minutes he returned with a bottle in tow, he smirked when he recognized the wine, it had been one of the more stronger types of wines they had. Alcohol was meant to boost the drugs work up by quiet a bit and he had become tired of waiting to see his plan in fruition. He could only imagine the things he would do to her and after filling the glasses with wine, the waiter had returned with two sets of bowls filled with creamy soup.
 
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