Taylor's POV
My father was ignoring me the whole time we were in the elevator. I follow behind him like a lost puppy all the way to the hospital room. Ive only been to a hospital a few times, to visit my mother. The hospital she stayed in was a much different one than this one. It wasn't much fancier, but offered a lot more comforting nurses that ran to you as soon as you walked in. Or maybe it was my fathers influence on that. Either way, it's still a hospital, and I feel out of place. He stops at the door to give me a serious gaze.
"Taylor, I need you to shut your mouth and save the attitude for later, when we are alone."
"Whatever you say Apa'." I just want this sick joke to be over with.
We walk in the room slowly closing the door, sure not to make a ruckus. The first thing I see is a bodily figure, facing the window and talking on the phone. She has nice curves and silky chocolate drown hair that cascades past her shoulders with the perfect volume of waves. Leaning against the window gives her the perfect show of her hips. Her delicate features contradict her yelling angrily on the phone. Feisty.
"...Tell me why you fired me!" she barked.
Oops. I think to myself.
Wait. If that's who my father fired, then that means...
I look at my father and he's smirking at me. He goes to open the door but I plan on staying back to look at her perfect ass. She's hung up just before my father yanks me through the door.
"Damn Apa'!"
I hear two different laughs as I turn around to see a pale looking man on a hospital bed. "Robert, I'm guessing?" Is the best welcoming phrase I can think of at the moment.
The smile he gives me is the exact opposite reaction I get from my father. "Taylor if we are both correct?" I chuckle at his response.
"I'll leave both of you to get to know each other. I believe Sage has yet to know me." With that my father walks out the door.
The stranger is the first to speak. I listen and hang onto every one of his words. Weak voice and body, this man obviously means a lot to my father. "Taylor, first off, I want to thank you. Whether you agree to the arrangements or not. My daughter isn't too fond of the idea either. That being said, it means a lot that you are going to fulfill my dying wish." His eyes are start watering and I look at the floor to avoid eye contact. I can't say no to this man. He's going to be dying for Christ's sake.
"I understand completely. I can't wait to meet your daughter." I really don't know anything about this man other than he's my fathers friend. I don't know much about this insane arrangement these old bastards spontaneously whipped out at us, so I want to stay clear of the topic.
"My daughter is very stubborn. She does not like the idea of having a child at all. She's doing it simply to please me. I didn't pick just anybody to father my grandchild, do you understand that?" He doesn't ask to be rude or intimidating. He asks in a soft tone, out of curiosity.
"Yes, I understand you and my father had arranged for us to get married."
"Yes. We did, at first. I could have chose anybody to father my grandchild but I chose you. If I know my best friend, I know that he raised you with morals."
Shit.
Shit. Shitty shit shit
Now I feel like shit. Do I have morals? Of course I do. I may not always follow them, but I know what they are. That counts, right?
"I understand. Hearing how you view this situation has somewhat influenced my opinion on it." Hopefully he can't detect my bullshit. I'm willing to blurt out any big words that will make me sound like less of a jerk to this kind man. Really though? He had to bring up morals? The words wouldn't mean shit to me if they weren't coming from my fathers best friend, one who is dying at that.
His smile is contagious until I hear the door open. I turn from facing Robert to my father smiling down at who must be Sage. All I can say is HOT DAYUM. This is his daughter? That little spitfire in the waiting room has a croaking father? These are what Target employees look like? Even when yelling she stirred something inside of me. I mean, the way her body slumped against the window, jutting out her hip deliciously.
To put it simply, she is fine. She puts all my one-night-stands to shame. She doesn't have an ounce of make up on and she is smokin'. I give her a head-to-toe gaze before we meet eye contact and she immidiately looks to her father. She smiles at him and that's when I notice how pretty her face really is. Not just pretty, but beautiful, in a majestic way. Her teeth are a natural type of straight and her smile completely changes her face, along with a stiff atmosphere in the room. And just like that, I'm intrigued by the heavenly figure holding onto my fathers arm.
Nobody wants to talk and an awkward silence fills the room until Sage speaks up. "Dad. Robert insisted I quit my job at Target. Were you aware of this?" Even in an irritated tone, she sounds like a temptress. Or maybe even a sex godist.
Speaking of sex, how many times has she had sex. Without a doubt she has a boyfriend. But I'll take care of that too. Has she ever had a one-night-stand? What college does she go to? How old is she? I know nothing about her but I am very excited to get comfortable with her. Very comfortable with her. I'm more than willing to have a change of mind at the arrangement.
Her father snaps me out of my dirty thoughts. "Yes. I was very aware. You don't want to be working while you are-"
She holds up her hand and closes her eyes. "Don't say it dad." she says softly. "I'm not. I could have kept my job for a while longer." She walks towards him and bends over to kiss his forehead. It takes all my self-respect to not check out the natural curve of her-DAMN. Shit. "See you later dad. I'm exhausted and it's only wednesday. I'll visit you tomorrow."
"But you haven't even got to know Taylor." he says to her. For the first time I see him frown.
She turns to me and offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Taylor is it?" A deep brown that holds no genuine meaning. She holds her hand out to me and I reciprocate. "Nice to meet you. I'll be keeping in contact with you and your father. But I have to hurry home now."
"Nonsense cara." My father interrupts. "Come to our home for dinner. My son will pick you up for dinner at 6:30."
She smiles at my father in agreement before we all wave goodbye. Her eyes don't linger on me as long as I hoped they would. As she closes the door behind her, my father looks to me with a sly smile. That meddling old man.
I get home and shower for the second time today, planning to look my best for dinner...or Sage.
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