The Family Man

Chapter 20

The reason for these chapters is because i have Zik v, my throat hurts, I'm agitated and really tired. If you have questions just hit me up either email or text me. Deuces and i hope you enjoy. God my head hurts.

Tyrone and I sat at the counter of the kitchen sipping milk, he was a cool guy. He didn't talk unless I talked to him and when he did it was syllables. I had one more day before he came back to New York I had a romantic evening planned for us. We would have a cliché dinner with candles and rose petals. I Google a few things about sex so I have that on lock down, I just needed him to come home.

Since Tyrone was always with me all the time, I did my gymnastics workout in front of him. He was my audience and when I was done he would clap. My life was really boring I knew all the employees names and talked to them. I fed the guards they seemed to like me as the boss's girl.

It was Friday and Ethan and Ally were returning home tonight. I was super excited; he told Tyrone that he would be coming over tonight. I had the house prepared for when he came; I had to beg for forgiveness tonight. The room had rose petals all over, I prepared a dinner of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes apparently he had a wine cellar and I knew nothing about wine so I grabbed a bottle of champagne and let it chill, I had apple juice.

Ethan was supposed to be here by 7 and by 6:55 I was ready in a blue cocktail dress and my hair fell in its natural curls. I had my legs crossed and was waiting patiently for him to come home. There was a knock on the door and I rushed to open it. Play it cool. I straightened my dress and opened the door coolly. Ethan looked exhausted like he hadn't slept in days, his eyes were dark, his face needed to be shaved, but he was drop dead gorgeous.

"Hi." His voice was husky and sexy.

"Hi. I am-" I stopped when he started the same sentence. "Ethan I'm sorry that I blew my top." I apologized.

"I'm sorry too." He looked sad.

"Come in." I gestured for him. He looked around the place and smiled.

"What's all of this?" He asked with a smile.

"An apology dinner." I said holding his hands and leading him to the table.

"You didn't have to."

"I know, I wanted to and I have a lot of things planned for tonight."

"Like what?"

"You'll see." I smiled.

"Alright." He sat in his chair and so did I. The air was a bit awkward but comfortable, dinner, talk, ask him if he wants to shower and then sex. My agenda for the night. We talked a little about his trip and then it was silent again.

"So you do gymnastics." He smiled.

"He told you?" I asked and to think we were friends.

"Yes, that means you're really flexible."

"Yep I even performed for him." His face was grim.

"You performed for him in one of those skimpy things." He flared.

"No I had on a shorts and blouse." His face relaxed.

"I don't like it but it makes me feel better. So are you going to demonstrate for me?"

"Yes, but not tonight." I smiled.

"Alright then." He smiles.

"So how does the food taste?" I asked I have never cooked for anyone but my father.

"It tastes divine Marie is an amazing chef." He smiles.

"Not to toot my own horn but toot I cooked it." I smiled broadly.