Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby)

This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such.

Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring.

It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way-not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him.

I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games.

Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidity-that stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real him-the one his father said didn't deserve the money.

His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jake's hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses.

Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. We're sitting with his dad.

"Did it go well then?" Alaric smiles at me from across the table.

I nod and smile. "It went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well."

"Ruby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You don't need to be so formal." His words are kind, and I nod. "Anyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; don't drive back so late, son." I watch Alaric stand and leave.

I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table.

"Babes, it was nothing. I didn't even get close to my goal." He leans forward, his lips finding mine.

"Even so, we were sat with your dad!" I don't feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company.

"Babes, stop sulking. Let's get to bed." He pulls me up, and I follow him. It's been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad we're engaged.

When I walk into his room, I smile it's exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth.

Shaking my head, I step back. "Not here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room." That is just awkward.

He sighs and climbs into bed. "You know, you worry too much when it comes to sex. Loosen up, babes!" His words shock me, and he laughs. "Fuck it, forget it. Sleep." He rolls over.

Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I can't feel comfortable with him fucking me so close to his dad.

Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me.

"Morning Ruby, Coffee?"

Nodding, I smile. "Please, Alaric. I didn't sleep too well." My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true.

"Is my son keeping you awake?" He smiles at me.

"Not exactly. My mind wouldn't quieten down." I kept repeating Jake's words over and over.

"Ah, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when you're back home." I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down.

"We best leave. Long drive ahead of us." Jake grabs his jacket.

"Okay, call in more often, both of you!" Alaric hugs me. "It's nice to see you again, Ruby." We say goodbye and leave.

The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my knee-it ended up between my thighs.

I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him fuck me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me?

Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me.

"We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room.

Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sex and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring.