Charming Taylor.

Chapter: twenty-one.

"For the love of god! At least Monroe could have the respect to not fall asleep with one of his whores on my couch."

I squinted my eyes shut tighter, not wanting to wake up, I was to comfortable in Monroe's arms.

I heard quiet voices circle around me almost like they were right in front of me.. Wait.. 

I opened one of my eyes, coming into view with an elegant older lady. 

"Mom?" Monroe's voice came out hoarse.

Oh my god, his sleepy voice!

Chanel now is not the time to have sexual fantasies about your "boyfriend" even though this position really isn't helping. I looked down at mine and Monroe's body, I was laying on top of Monroe our legs and were tangled together. I could feel Monroe's chest rising at each breath he took.

"Monroe, always lovely to see you."

Monroe quickly flipped us, so Monroe was on top of me, oh yeah because this a better position. Monroe lifted himself off of me as I quickly sat up. I looked at Monroe asking for help what do I do? Do I introduce myself, or do I just pretend to be invisible? I went with option one. 

"Mrs. Taylor I'm Chanel Zuilo. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said extending my hand. Mrs. Taylor looked at my hand like it was the most disgusting thing on the planet, I pulled my hand back letting it fall to my side. 

"Like wise." Was all that came out of those cherry red lips of hers.

"Monroe, why don't you show your... Friend to the door." Mrs. Taylor said looking at me disapprovingly.

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under by now.. And then some.

I went to grab my bag off of the floor but Monroe stopped me taking my hand intertwining my fingers with his. 

"Mom, this is my girlfriend Chanel."

My stomach went into spasms as he said the word "girlfriend."

Mrs. Taylor looked taken back at what Monroe had said, was Monroe really that bad? 

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes, my girlfriend."

Mrs. Taylor looked like she wanted to either cry, or strangle me.. 

"Well then, it's nice to meet you Ms. Zuilo." 

"You too." I said quietly, the sound of Mrs. Taylor's heels clacking against the floor at each step she would take.

I looked down at mine and Monroe's hand  the feeling of coldness as Monroe's pulled his hand from mine. 

"Shit, I'm sorry about that Chay. I didn't think she would be home, let alone why She's home so early. She's really not that bad, but it's quite obvious everyone in this house knows how I am, it just through her off a bit."

I don't know why I was feeling hurt, maybe it was because they way Mrs. Taylor looked at me like I was something he picked up off of the curb.

I looked down at my little white shorts, and floral tank top, I pulled my navy blue cardigan closer to my body. 

I didn't think I looked that bad. I mean yeah my hair was a little out of place and I probably had mascara smudges due to waking up, but I didn't deserve to be looked or treated like that. 

Then again, Mrs. Taylor was absolutely perfect, I didn't see the resemblance of Monroe and her besides the beauty mark on her left cheek matching Monroe's.