He's not my dad

Part 14

It had been 8 hours since our lips had touched but I could still feel him, my lips were swollen. I ran my fingers over them remembering the electricity that had flowed through us. I had wanted to talk to bree about it but she had been in bed when I went in her room and I didn't want to wake her. When I woke this morning she was no where to be seen.

I was meeting my parents at the Russian tea room for brunch. My father  had Called me the afternoon before and asked for me to meet them. He had said there was something important they needed to speak to me about. I had been a little worried that it was about what had happened at my second day of work. I was worried that mr Benjamin had told him about me accidentally revealing my bra to the office. Mr Benjamin was my dads best friend after all. I had called my mum and had pressed her for details all she had said was that it was good news not bad.

I had dressed in an outfit my mother would deem appropriate. I called a cab so I could have a few drinks, there were defiantly a few glasses of champagne with my name on them.

My parents were already sat in a red booth, I had been here multiple times over the years but it still took my breath away. It was full of some of the finest people in New York and defiantly served the best brunch.

"Darling, you look wonderful" my mother cood as she kissed my cheek.

"Sit darling, you must be tired after your first week at work" my father said as he pulled a chair out for me.

There was small talk all through our meal, I didn't think they would ever get to to the reason they had insisted seeing me.

"Your probably wondering why we were so desperate to see you" my father finally asked.

"I was a little curious" I sounded cool and collected. I didn't let on just how curious I was.

"It's fantastic news darling" my mother said interrupting my dad.

"When you were born my father took me to open you a trust fund, he gave me a million and I had a million I was intending to deposit but on the way I heard a tip about a high risk, high reward investment and I put the two million in there" my dad said, his smile didn't falter.

"So I don't have a trust fund, I had always assumed that I would get one at 25 but it's ok. I work I don't need it" I was a little surprised but just because my parents were wealthy didn't entitle me to their money. I wasn't that spoilt that this news would have any affect.

"No you have something better, I had a call from the investment manager who told me the company had sold so you had been bought out. They sent you a cheque " there was a twinkle to my dads eyes, I was sure this cheque was going to be a considerable amount.

He passed me an envelope and watched as I pulled out the paper and read the amount. My name was printed on it along with the amount 10 million 7 hundred and 43 thousand dollars. If I'd have been standing I would have collapsed.

"It has my name on" I said quietly.

"Of course it's your money after all, I made the investment under your name. I was planning to give the stocks to you when you were 25 to sell or do what you wished but there's no reason for you not to have this money now" my dad replied. My mother was almost bouncing besides him.

"I'm a millionaire" I whispered.

"You've always been rich darling" my mother was right but the money had never been mine. It was my parents who were rich, they had just given me credit cards and spoilt me.