Life in the Friend Zone

chapter 2-I am my father's daughter

“The pizza delivery guy?”  Kim asked incredulously

“Yes! You should see him Kim, he’s…he’s-“

“He’s the pizza delivery guy!” Kim said poking my arm

“So what? That’s what he does, it’s not who he is. Look it’s just one date, if he turns out to be a loser like all the other guys then I’ll never see him again” I sounded a bit defensive even to my own ears

Kim raised her hands in surrender, “Fine. But honey look at you, look at you” she gestured at me, “Sweety, you are gorgeous and you get a pretty fat check at the end of every month, which is nothing compared to all the money you’re family already has”

“I know all that” I sighed, “But money isn’t everything”

Kim stared at me for a few seconds before finally giving in, “Alright, fine go out with him, I just want you to be happy”

I stood up and gave her a hug, “Your support means everything to me”

She smiled at me brightly, “You’re smiling! You haven’t even gone out with him yet. If that is all it takes to make you smile then I will drag you to that date myself”

I laughed heartily. Only my best friend would “drag” me to a date I willingly agreed to go on. “I have to get back to the office now” I picked up my bag and phone and stood up to leave

“Okay, but honey I really am worried about this guy. You’re high class, filthy rich and he delivers pizza for a living, it just doesn’t make sense” she put both hands on my shoulders and looked at me worriedly

“Kim-“

“I know what you’re thinking” she cut me off, “And you know me better than that. I don’t care about him not being rich, but if you enjoy this date and maybe fall in love with him in future, you know your family will never accept him”

“Yes Kim, but-“

“Our world Emily, this world” she waved around at the posh restaurant we were in, “won’t accept him.” She was right, but I didn’t want to dwell on the negative before I went on the actual date. What were the chances that this date would lead to something serious?

“Just be careful okay” Kim whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I nodded slowly and walked away second guessing my upcoming date.

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“Hey Lily” I greeted my PA as I walked into my office

“Good afternoon miss Taylor. I have a message from your father asking you to call him immediately”

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. For the past 3 years the only time my father called me was to set me up with one of his friend’s sons. Unfortunately for him my idea of a future husband was not some snobby spoilt brat who thinks the sun shines out of his butt.

“Thank you Lily” I dismissed her

My father is Robert Michael Taylor, the powerful Robert Taylor the third. Everyone knew him; everyone knew about the Taylor empire, and the fact that he only has two daughters made everything worse.

He had wanted a son, an heir, to take over his empire, but unfortunately for him he was stuck with me. My sister was what you call “the black sheep” of the family. I actually envied her. She stood up to my dad at the age of 20 and ran off to pursue a career in modeling; and now she was one of the best around.

She had done what I could only dream of doing; following her dreams. I was jostled out of my thoughts by someone clearing their throat. I looked up and jumped up to attention as though I were in the army.