He's not my dad

Part 12

I was sat with crossed legs on my bed while I redid my make up. I had caught a little sun while I had been on the roof so I covered myself in bronzer. I heard bree before I saw her, she was on the phone as far as I could tell. I could hear her flirting, she was giggling like a school girl. My door was open so I could hear every word she had said.

"Oh god I can't wait to get you inside me, to feel you pounding into me. I'm so horny for you"

I had heard enough, I felt like I was intruding. It was as though I was part of a threesome.

"Bree I'm in my room, I can hear you. Tell Noel I say hi" I called.

"I'll call you later, bye" I heard her say as she walked up the hall.

"Noel said hi" she looked uncomfortable, I wasn't sure why as discussed sex constantly. It wasn't unusual for us to give each other blow by blow descriptions of our experiences. I didn't know why she was being shy. It just wasn't like her.

"Is he ok"

Something was defiantly going on because Bree didn't look at me, she looked at everything but me.

"Who" she finally asked.

"Noel, that's who you were talking to right" my friend seemed so jumpy.

"Yeah who else"

I stood from my bed and went to her, we had been friends for years I knew when there was something wrong. "What's up and don't tell me nothing, I know you too well"

Tears pooled in her eyes but she swept them away with her hand, "I just miss Noel so much, can we just change the subject. What are you doing"

I hugged her and pulled her towards the bed, we could chat as I did my make up.  I had so much to tell her, I hoped my interesting day would keep her mind off her troubles. I hated seeing her down, fortunately it didn't happen often.

"So why are you getting dolled up"

"I may have a date" I said suggestively.

"With daddy warbucks, please tell me it's with daddy warbuck" bree sounded like a small child on Christmas Day, she was almost as excited as I was.

"Don't call him that" I lectured.

"It is isn't it, fucking hell your dating one of the richest men in New York. Ask him if he wants to adopt me"

"He has enough with his own kids" I replied dryly.

"How old are they" this was the question I was dreading, I knew that she was about to laugh. Or be appalled.

"I don't know " I lied.

"Go on tell me , you do know" she promoted.

I whispered so she nudged me in the ribs.

"He has a daughter and a son and there in their 20s"

My answer wasn't to liking so she just stared at me, but I didn't budge.

I carried on getting ready and ignored brees looks that was until I heard her laughing, she was looking at something on her phone.

"His kids are older than you oh my god, it says here his daughters 27 and his sons 24. That is so funny" she laughed so hard that she was close to falling off the bed so I pushed her off.

"Oi bitch or should I say granny, it says here that his daughter is pregnant. Your dating a grandpa" she didn't get up from the floor she just continued to laugh.

I just ignored her, when Greg had told me that his kids were older than me I had just knew what everyone's reaction would be. Greg was older than my dad, he may not have looked it but he was.

We were only going on a date it wasn't like we were getting married but I knew we would be the butt of every joke if anyone found out about us. I cared about what people thought, of course I did but I didn't care enough for it to stop me seeing him. Greg and I seemed to click, I just wanted to spend time with him.

"So where's Hugh Hefner taking you"

"I thought he was mr warbucks" I asked.

"I'm experimenting" she explained.

"Well GREG, is taking me to that new Italian restaurant. The one I couldn't get us a at table until next year" I had heard great things about russos.

"Wow money really does talk"

I gave a nod of my head in agreement.

"Soooo did you... you know get down to business" that was brees classy way of asking if we had slept together.

"No we haven't done anything, he kissed me when he left that's all"

"Where" she asked.

"On the cheek" I replied

"Which cheek" she asked with a giggle, I pushed her back off the bed. That girls head was in the sewer.

"Your so rude, we need Noel back to service you as soon as possible before you combust"

I noticed her pale but I ignored it, she had already said she didn't want to comment on it.

"Are you putting out tonight"

"No"

"What about a cheeky finger"

"No your vile"

"What about a cheeky finger for you"

"Classy" I rolled my eyes at my crude friend.

"A girl had needs"

"He's my boss, it's just one date. If anything was to happen it wouldn't be rushed. It is complicated enough without throwing sex in the mix" I doubted I would keep to my word. I didn't think I would be able to resist him.

"What about him, you could at least give him a blow job"

"The only job I'm doing is my own"