He's not my dad

Chapter 32

The music was so loud that I could hardly hear what the barman was saying. We were in a nightclub celebrating the release of our first single.

"I can't hear you" I shouted across the bar.

He spoke again but I still couldn't make out a word , I did my best to read his lips but still nothing.

"Fuck this" I complained.

I sat on the wood top of the bar and swung my legs over. I dropped to the other side of the bar.

The barman looked more than annoyed , I grabbed a bottle tequila and some glasses.

"You can't do that" he shouted in my ear.

I looked down at the bottle in my hand "but I just did"

"Only employees at this side or the bar"

"Sorry" I batted my eyelashes at him making his sour mood disappear and a smile appear.

"$150" he asked as he put out his palm. I placed 2 $100 notes in his palm and told him to keep the change.

I was welcomed back to the table like a hero, the guys bowed down in jest. We had all been stood for what felt like an eternity, I had been the one with the most patience.

"We are not worthy" Freddie and his girlfriend said in unison.

"What no lemon" chuck huffed. Things had been strained between us since our first kiss. He was regretting it, he was embarrassed and I couldn't blame him. I had been with his dad I couldn't blame him I'm sure I would be repulsed if I had kissed  one of my mums exs.

I did have a lemon in my palm if he hadn't been such a child he would have seen.
I threw the lemon at him, i didn't laugh  when it bounced off his forehead. I was glaring at him, he didn't flinch. He didn't look at me, he took a pen knife from his pocked and cut the lemons into messy slices. He didn't look at me not even when he passed the lemon. He was doing everything in his power to ignore me.

One moment of weakness had ruined everything we had, I just wanted our friendship back.

"You need to grow the fuck up" I yelled throwing a balled up napkin at him.

His face was distorted like he had eaten something sour. "The fucks your problem"

"You, your my problem" I said jabbing my finger at him.

Within seconds we are both up on our feet, my arms were everywhere like an angry Italian. "We kissed it's not a big deal, you should act like a grown up and get over it. I'm tied to this band for 2 years so we need to at least be able to speak"

"I need to grow up, that's fucking rich coming from you. It's nice to know how you really feel"  he spat.

"Your bipolar, how can you just flip like that. We were so good and then everything got fucked up" I asked. I was so mad I was shaking.

"Fuck this" he drained his glass and slammed it on the table.

"Don't you walk away from me" I yelled chasing him.

I grabbed his arm stopping him. He turned and glared at me.

When his eyes found me it was like there was only me and him in the room.  I was mad so why was my stomach still full of fireworks when I looked at him.

"What do you want" he yelled. We were stood in the middle of the dance floor screaming at each other.

I could hear my heart thumping in my ears, I didn't know if I was angry or upset.

"Can't we just forget it, why can't we go back to how we were"

"What you want to fuck my dad again, you prefer the older me. Is it his money or his position that made him so attractive to you"

I almost stumbled, my head was spinning. Had I really heard that or had I drank to much.

Unfortunately I was sure my one glass of tequila hadn't completely screwed up my head. Without thinking I pulled up my hand and slapped it hard across his cheek. The noise echoed around the room, more and more people were looking at us.

I turned on my heel and stalked out of the club, my palm was stinging. I didn't have to look down to see that it was red.

I stepped into the fresh air and as much as I tried I couldn't hold in my tears.

I jumped as strong hands gripped my arms pulling me around.

I came face to face with the one person I just couldn't be around. His eyes were blazing, I had never seen him so angry. He grabbed my hands before I could push him away. My hands were in his he pulled them up so they were cocooned against his chest.

"What do you want from me" his eyes searched mine for an answer.

"I want you to be chuck; my Chuck"

His eyes softened a fraction "your chuck, you want me to be your friend. You want cuddling and dancing and all things a my dad gave you but you don't want me. Your using me as a replacement for my dad"

I shook my head, he was wrong. He meant more to me than his dad ever had, more than any man ever had.

" no" I couldn't muster any other words.

"Your everything "

"What do you want" he fumed

"It's not that easy" I mumbled.

"What do you want, it's an easy question"

"I want you"

He rolled his eyes "as a Friend yeah I know"

Why was I mumbling like a love sick puppy, I was a confident woman , this wasn't me. I composed myself and stood tall with my shoulders back.

"I want you, not like a friend you dumb ass. That kiss was amazing it can't be our last"

His face went white with shock, I was expecting a white patch of hair to sprout.

"What" he whispered

I put my hands on my hips and turned my head to the side.
"Did I s s stutter"

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