He's not my dad

Part 19

I howled as I saw the outfit Greg had set out for the night. I think he misunderstood where we were going.

"Were not dining with some foreign investors" I smirked as I fingered the dress pants.

"You said we were going to the club"

I shook my head with frustration, he obviously didn't know me as well as he thought. I wouldn't take him to the country club on my night out, drinking single malt with middle aged bankers wasn't my idea of fun.

"I said a club, like a night club. I want to let my hair down not go to the stuffy country club" I complained.

We spent too much time at the country club in my opinion, I didn't like golf and I liked tennis even less. I found it so boring, I knew Greg enjoyed it and made a lot of deals so I went along.  I had tried to get on with the trophy wife's and their boring husbands but they really weren't my people. Yes I had been brought up in this world but I had always rebelled against it. I enjoyed my nights at the bar and partying with my friends.

Greg smirked as he put the dress pants back in his closet. "So what does One wear to a bar"

I rolled my eyes, he was not going to fit in at my usual hangout. I was going to have to take him some where more up market.

"Keep the shirt and jacket and pair them with the jeans I got you" I suggested.

Greg walked out of the closet holding what could only be described as fugly jeans. I had most definitely not bought those.

"There mom jeans I didn't buy them"

Greg looked at the jeans then back at me, it was clear he didn't understand my reluctance for him to wear them.
"There ok, there jeans right. Plus there comfortable. I've had them years"

"I can tell, I will not be seen with you in those" I complained before heading to find his jeans myself.

"There comfortable" he argued.

"Fine, why don't we go to the club for a scotch before we head out" I suggested.

A genuine smile crawled across his face, he thought I had given in. He was smiling too soon.

I grabbed my overnight bag and went to the bathroom to change. I waited and listened at the door for any indication that he was ready. When I heard him pull his shoes from the rack I reappeared in the bedroom.

"I'm ready" I declared as I put my handbag over my shoulder.

Greg smiled to himself and spoke without even looking at me "you look great"

I kissed my teeth with irritation, I could feel a fight brewing. I knew he hadn't looked at me because I didn't look great. I certainly wasn't dressed appropriately for his previous club.

"What the hell "

I smirked at his shocked tone, that was the response I had been expecting.

"You ready" I asked sweetly.

"What are you wearing, are they sweat pants"

I looked down at my pink velour tracksuit and nodded.

I did a turn and smiled, his breath caught when he saw the word juicy wrote across my ass.