Chapter 80 Aren't you surprised you could be a dad?
Ah crap.
I turn to see a young lad, maybe six - nine max, staring at Natte, agape and wide-eyed, like all his genes and Jake's have just come at once.
Natte nods to the kid, and puts his finger to his lips, glancing around.
The kid, obviously in some state of shock, just nods his head slowly at Natte.
He looks quite comical, bless his soul.
Leaving me, Natte steps closer to the kid slightly confused, and says, “I’m out on a date with my girl, I'm even more surprised you look like me.”
“Uh huh,” the kid nods.
“So would you mind telling me who you are and who your mother is?”
“O- oo,” the kid nods again. He sounds like he’s slipping off into a coma.
“You got a camera phone, kid?”
“j jairu,” he says coming to life a little, scrabbling to dig his phone out of his pocket. “My name’s jairu.” He hands Natte his phone without a second thought Natte types in his number and calls himself
“Great name,” Nattes smiles.
“shia, would you mind?” Natte turns to me, holding the phone out for me to take.
“Sure no prob,” I smile.
I take the phone from Natte and set the camera on. I take a photo of Natte and the kid, and then hand the camera back to him.
“Th-thanks,” jairu says to me.
He turns and stares at Natte again. He looks like he has a million things he wants to say to Natte, but they’re all stuck in his head. Poor kid.
I know the feeling all too well.
“Th-thanks for the p-picture,” he stumbles out.
“Anytime … and remember, call me or have your mom call me.” Natte winks at him, then takes my hand and leads me inside the door.
“I think that poor kid was in a state of shock, he looks like you, aren't surprised your already a dad?,” I giggle, as we walk into the lift together.
Natte’s guard caught up on us and is here to accompany us for the ride up.
“I think you might be right, I took his hair sample just in case.” he says handing the string of hair to Ben
“That was a nice thing you did back there, baby.” I squeeze his hand.
“Just doing my bit for mankind, if he's really my son I'll have to take responsibility”
I look at him puzzled.
“shia, that picture of him with me, will help that kid get answers from his mom, or if not at least get a girl to play with his dick when he grows up, and that’s all that counts when you’re a teenager.”
“Is that right?”
“Yup.” He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “That’s what I was hoping for at the waterfall when you ran away from school all those years ago but your still a kid.”
“Oh,” I say, my pulse quickening as the memories of my school days flood my brain, but this time in a whole new light.
Letting go of my hand, Natte reaches behind me, resting his hand against my ass, he cups it with his fingers. “We’ll have to go back there one day and you can do all the things to me I missed out on back then.”
I gulp down. Sex with Natte under a waterfall.
Holy hell.
Before I get a chance to respond, the lift doors ping open, and on seriously wobbly legs, I follow Natte out and find myself in the foyer of a restaurant.
There is a waiter here to greet us.
“Mr. Johnson, Ms. Golden and I will be your server for the evening. Please follow me to your table.”
Natte takes hold of my hand again, and we follow the server into a large dining space.
I audibly gasp in shock.
The place is clear. I mean clear. Nothing except for a table for two positioned by the window, and when I say window, I mean the place is wall to wall glass all the way around, so wherever I look all I can see is beautiful night.
And draped around the whole place are white, twinkly fairy lights, and Lana Del Rey is mid-way through singing ‘Video Games’ softly in the background.
I feel like I’ve just stepped into Heaven, and it stops me in my tracks.
Stopping too, Natte turns to me.
“You bought this place?” I breathe.
“I don’t have that much pull, shia well I don’t think I do.” He gives me a cheeky smile, pushing his hand through his hair. “I just hired the restaurant for the night you know.” He shrugs like this is an everyday thing, downplaying himself like always.
My heart is bumping clumsily around my chest.
“Natte, this is…” I’m struggling for words. “How did you manage to pull this off?” I ask, feeling breathless.
“Steve. He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be. Especially with my money in his corner.” He rests his hands on my shoulders, running his fingers into my hair. “Do you like?”
“Mmm, just a bit.” I bite down on my smile.
‘Video Games’ ends, and ‘Young and Beautiful’ begins to softly lilt into the air.
“You ready to sit down?” Natte tilts his head in the direction of our table, which the server is waiting by.
I shake my head, no. “Dance with me.”
He smiles and it lights his whole face. Natte turns to the server. “Give us five.”
“Seven,” I say, knowing the song hits just about that length of time.
“Seven,” Natte corrects.
The server nods, and disappears off through the door to his right.
Natte takes my hand in his, putting his arm around my waist, he pulls me close. I lay my hand against his chest, as he starts to move us, dancing together.
“You are so getting laid tonight,” I say, looking into his blue eyes.
“I’m holding you to that.” There’s this intensity in his gaze which makes me shiver from my head to my toes.
“Do,” I whisper, as I rest my head against his shoulder.
I can hear his heart beating up through his chest, his heat caressing me, his special Natte scent soothing me.
And I know unequivocally this is my happiest moment with him so far, and I just know there’s going to be so many more to come.
“Te amo,” I murmur quietly.
“You too baby, and I will, forever,” he whispers, kissing my hair.
And we stay here dancing for much longer than our seven minutes, with Lana Del Rey and the lights of the night as our only other company.