He's not my dad

Chapter 40

I ran my manicured hands through my newly dyed honey blonde hair. I had spent my entire day at the salon, I had been pampered from head to toe. I looked in my full length mirror and smiled, i was dressed in a knee length dusty pinkdress and rose gold heels. I looked like myself and not what I thought I should look like. Being a singer in the band was just meant to be a job not it had become my life and had totally taken over.

"Wow babe, you look amazing" chuck pressed his lips to the side of my neck.

I smiled at him and continued getting ready.

"You look like the woman I fell in love with" his hands were on my waist. He was kissing my neck and grinding himself against my body.

"We have to go soon, you know that right " I muttered as I fell into his touch.

"Mmmm"

I turned and faced him "it will have to wait."

"Down boy" I said patting his crotch.

I pulled away and laughed as he groaned.

"You look very handsome, I've never seen you wearing a suit" I told him as i dragged him out of the apartment.

My makeover hadn't just changed how I looked it changed how I felt inside, I was feeling confident. Just the day before I had been dreading seeing chucks father but now I just didn't care. If Greg was going to be a dick and make a scene he could but I would just rise above it.

The night wasn't about Greg, chuck and I it was about mr and mrs groves and their 60 years of marriage.

"We're here babe"

I looked up at chuck and saw he was right, we were at his grandparents home.

"I love you"

He squeezed my hand and in true chuck fashion replied " I know"

I guffawed "fucking Han Solo"

"If my dad starts were out of here"

We were greeted at the front door by the family butler Alfred who showed us into the party. The room looked just as I had expected, simple elegance. Their wealth was clear without having to be over the top.

Chuck grabbed us both a glass of champagne before putting his arm around my waist.

"I'm not drinking remember, I want to detox"

He took the glass from my clutches and downed it.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, I could write a million songs about you. " chucks lips were by my ear, his hot breath on my neck. I could smell the channel aftershave he wore, I took a deep breath and savoured it. I loved the way he smelt, he smelt like home.

"What would the song be called" I was flirting shamelessly , I was careful to keep my voice as low as possible.

He was so close that I could feel his stubble against my cheek "I want to bend my girlfriend over the piano right now and I don't care if my grandmother is watching. Or do you think that titles too long"

"You and your filthy mouth, I'm going to have to say no to the piano but I could be convinced to make my self available to you somewhere a little more private"

I moved my clutch so it covered my spare hand, I was rubbing his throbbing cock through his pants. He was getting harder by the second.

"You drive me crazy" he was growling, hearing how turned on he was made my undies damp. I would have him before the night was through.

"I didn't take you for a Britney fan"

"Its you, don't you know that your toxic" he smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oops I did it again"

"What ? What have you done now" I turned and saw an elderly woman standing behind us. The woman was looking at us with interest.

"Mimsy, I'm so happy to see you." Chuck moved forward and kissed both of her aged cheeks.

"And who is this pretty little thing, I hope your not being a bad influence " mimsy said with a wink.

"This is my great aunt mimsy" he said introducing us.

"And this mimsy is my girlfriend Taylor, I'm trying to convince her to have sex with me on the piano". I was so grateful that I didn't have anything in my mouth, I would have choked. I looked at him in despair hoping he could take the words back.

Mimsy shook her head "you awful boy, that's no way to treat a lady. If your going to offer her sex on a piano at least make sure it's a Bösendorfer."

Chuck laughed as did Mimsy , their laughter increased when they saw the look of shock on my face.

"I'm the black sheep of the family my dear, my sister doesn't approve of my behaviour and language. I'm probably the reason Charles here is such a rascal" Mimsy was warm and kind, she had chuck and i in hysterics with the stories she told.

Mimsy was recalling the story of how she had on her 69th birthday had thrown a party complete with strippers. Safe to say her upper class relatives were not impressed.

"I thought my sister was having a seizure , you should have seen her face when I licked the cream off the mans chest. I wish I had a photo" Mimsy mimicked the face and chuck and I once again were almost rolling on the floor.

A passing waiter gave us all a glass of champagne, once again I politely refused.

"Why are you not drinking. Are you pregnant" before I could reply to her question I was stopped by a familiar face.

Greg was almost foaming at the mouth, I felt chuck go tense beside me.

"Your having my sons baby"