He's not my dad

Part 2

I was finally home after an amazing holiday in France. I looked at the heavy door and smiled, as much as i had enjoyed traveling I was happy to be home. My ex was finally out of my system, I was ready to start living again. It wasn't that my ex was my soulmate, I'm not even sure I really liked him that much to be honest. It just hurt that he had cheated on me with my cousin, I was humiliated.

Screaming was all i could hear as i walked into my apartment .

"Oh my god your so tanned" bree squeaked as she ran at me knocking the bag from my hand. I had missed this girl. I felt truly at home coming back to her. Bree had been my best friend for years , she's like my sister. We're very different both in appearance and attitude. Bree is small and slim with flaming locks of red hair. To be honest when I hear the Dolly Parton sing Jolene I picture bree. I just wished she knew how beautiful she was, she's hides behind her humour and sass.

"I missed you too" I joked as i put my arms around my excited friend.

Bree pushed me back and looked over my body with envy. I had the body of a playboy bunny, my friends couldn't understand why i chose to cover myself up in boring suits and work in an office. I do have a good body but it takes a lot of work, it's not like I can eat carbs everyday.

"Your so tanned im totally jealous" bree said with a mock pout.

"Your kidding B, you have the ultimate tan"

Bree smiled brightly, it was true she had natural olive skin "I know but yours is pretty good, it's been so boring without you"

"I would say the same but I would be lying, oh it's been amazing. It was like an adventure" i said dreamily as i fell into the sofa.

"Did we meet a boy" bree had started to rub her hands together, she was hoping for some gossip. Bree was boy mad I swear.

I rolled her eyes and ignored the question "b it was so beautiful, I have some amazing photos. We will so have to go together. You would love it "

A purple cushion hits My face stopping me dead in my tracks. Bree had placed her hands on her hips and was staring at me with disappointment. I guess my avoiding the subject didn't work.

"I don't care about the scenery I've seen eat pray love" she huffed.

I closed her eyes as in pain. Only bree could get the two confused. "that was filmed in Italy, I was in France"

"Same thing, so did you get any" bree asked impatiently as she rolled her eyes.

I looked at my friend blankly. I knew I would eventually have to tell her about Greg. I don't know how she will feel about it, hell I don't know how I feel about it. When I think of it now I'm a little creeped out, he was my dads age it maybe even older.

"Did you get any hot European men, God there so hot with their accents" bree continued. I don't know how she's managed to be faithful to her boyfriend when she's so obsessed with men.

"No I'm sorry to disappoint you I had no European lovers it wasn't that type of holiday" i didn't mention the kisses i had shared with some of the French men i had met. Kissing wasn't really what bree wanted to know about. Kissing was boring according to my friend, unless it was Australian kissing. (You know a kiss but down under)

"that's so boring, why couldn't it have been that type of holiday. You know Noel is still on tour in Afghan so I need to live vicariously through you. Are you telling me you had not even a sniff of a man. Where was all the cock" bree pouted making me laugh. I decided to give in and tell her what she wanted to know.

"Well there was one man" i said with a smile. I tried to keep my face neutral. I made out like it was no big deal.

Brees eyes went wide with shock. I had never noticed how green her eyes were " you just told me that you hadn't had sex"