The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'The Morning After (Pill)'

'What's so funny?' He asked nuzzling into my neck.

'Nothing'

'Tell me, or I'll make you' he said sliding his hand down my stomach. I didn't answer, but just laughed some more. I was relaxed. Happy.

He pulled my face round to meet his and smiled before planting a soft yet deep and meaningful kiss on my lips..

'I missed you' he said

'I missed you too'

'What would you like to do tomorrow?' I asked

'Well, I'm gonna need to go and buy some stuff coz I have nothing' He answered, yawning.

'Sounds like a plan' I replied, before returning the kiss....

We had quite a productive morning. We managed to get up and put our clothes on without ripping them off again. Surprisingly. We opted for room service for breakfast, and we talked. He was reluctant to discuss work, or more specifically the press events (the reason for his delay) , so I filled him in on meeting Sarah and Josh and suggested we meet them for a drink before our night out to which he agreed. When we finally made it out to the shops, Tanner was on the hunt for everything he needed, which was literally everything. Underwear, clothes, shoes, socks... etc, and insisted on buying me everything that caught my eye too, including a beautiful dress to wear tonight. He said they were delayed Christmas gifts. When I reminded him that this trip was his gift to me, he said that actually it was more for him than me, hence all the extras today.

After lunch we stayed out for a stroll through central park, until I realised, I was too cold and needed to get back. Tanner stayed out to get a few more things and book us a table somewhere for tonight. I took a detour on my way back to pick up the morning after pill. Sex last night was amazing, probably the best yet and I had permanent butterflies of the thought of him, and the complete closeness between us, but the last thing either of us needed was the worry of parenthood.

Back at the hotel it was a little after 3pm and it was already getting dark. I ran a bath and searched my bag for the pill. Totally engrossed in the information leaflet that came with it, I ignored my phone as it pinged. And pinged again. Relentlessly to the point where I had to stop what I was doing. I threw the box on a pile of clothes and grabbed my phone to see what was going on

I had 12 messages from Mary. 12! I was about to open them, but she called me before I had the chance.

'Mary, what is it? '

'I wanted to see if you were okay?' she asked.

'Course, Mary. Why wouldn't I be?

'Have you not seen my messages?

'Not yet. Can't you just tell me?'

'Just look at the messages, Grace. And be prepared...and call me back' she finished before disconnecting the phone'

I gasped as the image of Tanner and Lizze from last night filled my entire screen.. Her hand on his crouch and his face. I knew that face. It was his sexed-up face. The face he had when he was horny and needed to get some or was about to. I felt sick, not just because there was another woman touching my man, but because I was allowing myself to feel this way about a guy who wasn't my man. I knew the terms, I made them up and had no right to be pissed off or hurt or even bothered about this. But I couldn't help it, the tears started to fill my eyes of their own accord before trying to escape down my face. But I fought. If I gave in, I knew I'd sob at an uncontrollable rate. He'd be back at some point; I really didn't want him to find me crying. On cue the door opened, and there he was. He was angry. Perhaps he was annoyed at the prospect of being busted, I pondered. He slammed the door shut and dumped his bags before heading straight over to me.