The Family Man

Chapter 11

"Are you coming or not?" I smiled at him. We need to talk about me being his girlfriend. He got out of the car and opened the front door for me. We walked inside spotting Brandy with a bunch of books around her; she looked up at us and jumped up.

"Good night I'm glad you're here Emily just wouldn't stop crying." She looked at me.

"I can tell you handled the problem."

"It was horrific, but since you guys are back I will be leaving." She took up her books and papers.

"I'll get my purse give me a minute." I was going to walk off but he pulled me back to his side taking out a few bills out of his wallet and giving it to her.

"Thanks." She said taking the money not bothering to count it and left.

"What was that about?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He replied dryly. He let go of my arm and I took off my shoes. He just stood there watching my every movement; I felt self-conscious under his gaze.

"Oh I have something for you." I remembered his card I was finished with it no need for me to keep it. I rushed up the stairs careful not to step on my dress and fall. I opened my room door and retrieved his Black Card; I dashed out of my room and took a peek at Emily. I made my way to the living room; he had taken off his jacket, loosened his tie and pulled the first two buttons of his shirt showing his under shirt. He looked relaxed his head was thrown back on the couch and his lips in a small smile.

"Here is your card." I handed it to him. He stretched out his hand to receive it.

"Thanks." Girlfriend?

"We need to talk." I stood in front of him.

"When a woman says she wants to talk she might be dumping the guy." A smile played upon his lips.

"This is serious." I kicked his knee.

"Fine, what is it?" He was looking at me.

"Why did you tell that reporter that I was your girlfriend?" My arms folded and my voice serious.

"It was for your own good." He was looking me up and down. My eyes are up here.

"For my good?"

"If I said you were just a one night stand that got knocked up then you would look like a whore." He said in a matter of fact tone.

He was trying to protect you. I thought. He wasn't that bad after all. I felt a little bad about the situation now. "Oh thank you but you could have warned me."

"Mhmm."

"Do you want anything?" He was still staring at me. He muttered something and smiled.

"About your dress." Oh shit that mouth.

"I think it's very decent." I was walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of milk it was my alcoholic beverage. I heard his footsteps behind me.

"It's revealing."

"No its not." I opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk, I took down two glasses and poured milk in then.

"It shows everything." He took the glass of milk.

"It shows nothing."

"Your leg is basically outside; it's amazing that none of those old perverts didn't try anything."

I looked away feeling a bit guilty taking a big sip of the milk afraid to look at him. I wonder what he would do if I told him. I better keep it to myself. I still wasn't making eye contact and I could feel his eyes on me. The air in the room suddenly became warmer I could tell he was getting angry.