He's not my dad

Chapter 26

My head was pounding, I had drank way too much the night before. My eyes fluttered in the light, part of me wanted to get up and close the curtains but I was too lazy to move. I had really enjoyed my night but I was paying for it now.

My naked body was cocooned under the thick sheets. I mustered up the strength to stretch my tired limbs. I was surprised when I felt my hand connect with something hard, I peeked to my side and a familiar man laid beside me. I pulled the covers up and looked at my companions impressive body.

I was in his bed but I couldn't remember coming home with him, it was so like him to look after me. I finally slipped out of bed and searched the room for a t shirt. I found a vintage Rolling Stones top and slipped it over my ample breast.

I tiptoed out of the room and went into the bathroom, I almost jumped with fright when I saw my appearance in the mirror. My hair was stuck to my head like it had been glued down. Going to bed without taking my make up on was not a good idea, my eye make up was down my cheek. My red lipstick was smeared across my lips, I looked like Heath ledgers joker.

My mouth was dry, it was like sandpaper. My teeth felt furry they were in desperate need of brushing. I was a hot mess minus the hot. I found a toothbrush and cleaned my teeth, I gargled the mouthwash but still I felt rough.

"A shower it is " I whispered to myself.

I stuck my hand in the shower and turned on the hot water, once it wasn't at volcanic temperature I stepped under the spray. The water was like little daggers tearing at my skin but I needed it, I needed to get out of the drunken haze.

"Room for a little one"

I turned and saw his million dollar smile, he stepped in with me and kissed my lips. I was grateful for my forward thinking, I had fresh breath and a clear face. I wasn't going to scare him off.

"I'm glad we sorted things out" he said as he moved his attention to my neck.

"Promise me we won't fight again"

He didn't answer.

"Greg seriously, it's been hell these last few days"

His hands were on my breasts, his fingers were needing my nipples. I would never understand men's obsession with boobs there just bags of fat covered in skin and as for nipples, why don't they just twist their own. I was sick of telling him that my nipples were not radio tuners.

"I love you Taylor, we may fight again but we will make up"

"The making up is the best part" I said with a school girl giggle.

Gregs tough hands were all over my body, he was gentle but demanding. He knew how to make me feel good, I was comfortable with him, there wasn't really red hot passion but there was happiness. I felt safe with Greg and that was a big part of any relationship.

For the first two months of our relationship we were at it like rabbits but now things were a little more casual. I didn't mind, it was what was to be expected when you were dating someone so much older than you.

"Are we going to the club for lunch" he asked as I dried my body. I rolled my eyes, I really wasn't in the mood to hang around with his boring friends and their stuck up wives.

"I actually was thinking about going to that new vegan place near the subway, I heard it was great"

He screwed up his nose, I knew that it was a long shot. Greg liked to eat at expensive established restaurants not little dives where you had to stand to eat your food.

"I told Donald i would meet him and Ursula for lunch then we had arranged to play golf after. You could join Ursula and use the spa" it was obvious that his mind was set. We had only just made up so I didn't want to rock the boat by arguing.

2 hours later I was dressed in a cream dress and was sat with gregs friends at the bar. I felt uncomfortable around Ursula, she looked at me like I was muck on her Louis Vuitton. When I told Greg he said that I was imagining it.

The waiter collected us and showed us to our table, we could have been sat earlier but Greg wanted to sit on the terrace.

"So Taylor, how's your parents. I haven't seen your mother since the children's benefit" she spoke like she had a poker up her ass. My mother doesn't like her either and she likes everyone. I had heard my mum and her friends referring to her as the sea witch when I was younger, it still made me laugh now.

"My mothers great thank you" my tone was short and clipped. I wanted to be there less than she did.

"Are your parents looking forward to being grandparents" she asked.

Greg looked at me in confusion. I in turn looked at Ursula and shrugged.

"Are you not pregnant, I thought I saw a bump" What a bitch I thought.

I looked down at my washboard stomach and raised my eyebrows at her.

"So when should we expect the pitter patter of tiny feet" Donald asked.

The talk of children made me smile, I loved kids but I wasn't anywhere near being ready for them.

"A few years "

"Never" Greg said taking me by surprise.

"Never" I said repeating him.

"I don't want more kids, I'm too old for that" Greg said , he was so blasé about it. Like it wasn't a big deal.

"I'm 22, I want kids" I argued.

"Well I've done the marriage and family thing, I won't be doing it again. Never" he was stern and his decision was final.........

....... I woke in hot sweats, I hadn't dreamt about that day in over a week. Just thinking of that day had hurt, I couldn't believe I had dreamt about it. I slipped on a t shirt and went in search of comfort. I found myself in chucks room, lucky for me he was awake.

"Bad dream" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

I nodded , I still couldn't speak.

He lifted his blanket up and smiled, I padded over to him and cuddled into his chest. If this was what it was like to have a male best friend then I liked it.