Page 6 of Diablo
“Dad, could it wait until morning?”
“No. We need to talk.”
“Okay,” I mutter, nodding.
Dad walks into the office, and I walk inside, standing by the door. Dad walks over to get a glass of brandy from the bar. He takes a drink and holds the glass in his hand turning to look at me.
“Roberto talked to me this morning, and he stated that he was going to ask you to marry him. Did he ask you?”
Fuck!
I hate that they’re friends.
Dad walks to his desk and places the glass on it. He grabs a cigar, smells it, closes his eyes, and nods. He then grabs the cutter, removes the cap, and takes a cold draw.
“Hmmm.”
He lights up the cigar and takes a few puffs, then turns to look at me.
“Yes, he did.”
“Did you say yes?”
“Yes, I did, but I asked him to give me time.”
“Athena, this is very important to me; therefore, I demand that you accept Roberto’s proposal without any delays. He’s going to finance my campaign to run for Governor,” Dad hums, holding the cigar in his hand as he stares at me.
I hate that he’s using me for his political ambition. I don’t want Robert to want me like that.
No, Roberto loves me.
He treats me like a princess.
I don’t know when Dad became such a jerk. After Mom died in the car accident, he became cold and distant. I don’t understand; he acts as if I’m not his daughter.
“Dad, but I need time. I did say yes, so what’s the problem?”
“Are you dense? I need you to accept and marry the man. I can’t risk losing his support. So don’t fucking cause issues, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent, now go and call him. Tell him that you will marry next month.”
“Is that all?”
I can’t help being sarcastic, but I’m so mad.
“Oh my, I love this place. I love their filet mignon. It’s always so good,” I hum, taking a drink of my wine.
“Yeah, this place is my favorite,” Beth hums, grabbing her glass of water.
“Hell, come on, tell us,” Vanessa says, leaning close.
“Well, Roberto proposed, and I said yes,” I say, showing them the engagement ring and looking at my girls.
“Hell, that’s a gorgeous ring,” Beth says, wide-eyed.
“Oh fuck! You’re crazy, but the ring is amazing,” Stacy says, moving her head from side to side.
