Sorry to say, but I'm afraid that this story is nearing its end. There will probably be three or so more chapters. But have no fear; a sequel is here! Lol. Well, almost. So yes, I will be writing a sequel.
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Chapter 14
Sweet, Old, Dad
"What about that one?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to a small love seat.
"Eh, it looks a little…old lady-ish"
"Well then your apartment is a little old lady-ish, because it would fit perfectly"
"What are you talking about? My apartment is perfect for a young man in his 20s"
"Oh yes, those curtains scream trendy and fashionable. They're great for a young man" She retorted sarcastically.
"Hey, those are cool and hip" Will defended.
"Hip? You're seriously standing by those curtains by calling them hip? Who says hip anymore? And they are not cool or hip. They have roses and frills on them. I'm not living in an apartment that looks like an old woman's bedroom"
"What about some of your stuff?"
"What about some of my stuff?"
"That gray couch of yours looks like it went through a shredder!"
"It may be worn but it is still usable. Besides, the shredder look gives it character"
"Yeah, it gives it shredder character"
"Shredder character? That doesn't make any sense"
Will laughed and shook his head. "Maybe we should just get rid of all of our stuff. Get rid of all our things and start over"
"Yeah! Starting with getting this couch!"
"No, its old lady-ish"
"All your stuff is old lady-ish"
Will looked at her amused. "Let's go before we go through all of this again" He put his hand on the small of her back and let her out of the store, while she pointed at things and he just shook his head.
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Later that week, Elizabeth carried the last of her boxes into Will's apartment. She dropped them on the floor and slumped on the couch. Will followed closely behind and sat next to her on their new, black couch. They had finally decided on a few pieces of furniture and had brought them in; however, they still had a lot of work to do.
"You already had over half your stuff here after you were told to bring what you would need out of your apartment as the exterminator got the ants out. But we still had over five trips to make to bring the rest of your things here. What does that tell you?"
"I'm too tired to guess" Elizabeth mumbled, scooting close to him and resting her head on his chest.
"You have way too much stuff"
"No I don't. I have as much stuff as everybody. You just don't have enough"
"Sure I don't" He kissed her on her forehead and closed his eyes for a moment. But he opened them again when Elizabeth's cell phone rang. He let her out of his embrace and she got up to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Elizabeth, darling, how are you?" A man said.
"Dad?"
"Who else calls you darling?"
"Hi, Dad. Um, what did you need?"
"What; a father can't call his daughter just to say hi?"
"A father yes. You, no"
Her dad sighed and even though she couldn't see him, she could tell he was rolling his eyes as well. "Actually, I was going to be in town on business. I thought I might come see you"
Will walked up behind her and put his arms around his waist. He began kissing her neck and she tried to keep her giggles in. She swat at him in attempt to get him away. "Dad, you sure you wanna come? I mean, you would probably hate it"
"Yes, I'm sure I want to come. I'm sure you're just saying this because you do not want me to invade your young life of parties, drinking, staying up late, and sleeping in late. But I'm sure you can put that aside for a weekend"
"Fine Dad. When are you coming?"
"Next Friday; I'll be there by 5'oclock I'm sure that will be enough time for you to clean up that hole of yours"
"My place is not a hole!" Elizabeth told him. Will laughed at what she said, not knowing the other side of the conversation. He slipped one of his hands into her left, jean pocket and the other ran up and down her arm.
"Of course I wouldn't know; I've never been there. We barely see each other, but when we do, you always come here. I don't know why you don't want me to see where my daughter lives; but get over it because I am coming" She then let out and involuntary laugh as Will began nipping at her ear. He then moved to her neck and he began tickling it with his tongue.
"Stop it!" She accidentally exclaimed in laughter.
"Elizabeth; what is going on?" Her dad asked.
"I'll see on Friday" She hung up on him quickly. She swung around and playfully smacked him on his arms repeatedly. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? I was talking to my father!"
Will leaned down and kissed her in response. At first Elizabeth tensed up, but she quickly relaxed. His tongue begged for entrance and she happily obliged. When they broke apart, Will took her hands and walked her to the bedroom.
Will sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He cupped her face with his hand and she smiled. "I love you"
"I love you too" She put her hand over his and kissed his palm.
"So your dad is coming?" Will then asked.
"Sshh; do you really want to talk about my father when we're about to have sex?" She laughed. Elizabeth pushed him to lie down and then arranged herself so she was on top of him. He led a trail of kisses on her neck and down to her breasts.
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The next morning when Will woke up, he found Elizabeth out of bed. She wasn't even in the bedroom at all. He put on his boxers and walked out to the living room where he finally found her. Elizabeth was already dressed and he could tell by her wet hair that she had already showered as well. She was throwing things into boxes and drawers. The place was a mess with clothes, knickknacks, pictures, and a lot of other things piled on the floor.
Will stood there for a moment just staring with a dumbfound look on his face. He checked the digital clock on the wall beside him. 7:15. "Oh my god" He murmured. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting ready for my dad. If I don't get it done now, I'll keep putting it off and putting it off. So I'm packing away anything that could possibly be viewed as idiotic, pornographic, or anything else like that. My father is very picky. If it isn't suitable for the queen, it shouldn't be seen. I wish I could tell you that he doesn't actually say that"
Will just shook his head, still not completely awake. "How long have you been up?"
"Since 6 o'clock. I got up, took a quick shower, got breakfast, and got to work. And now I can't stop moving; I'm hyped up on three cups of coffee"
"Three cups of coffee? In an hour and a half"
"I'm proud; you can do math. Now quick; what's two plus two" She joked.
Will began looking through all of the boxes when he came across one particular one that he began to dig through. "Why are you putting all of our pictures away?"
"Not all of them"
"The ones that have you and me or me and friends, or anything with me in it"
"I'm sorry; it's just that…well, my father has never really accepted the idea of me dating. He doesn't like to even think of me with men. He's never even wanted me to get married. He wants me to become a successful, important person in society, but he thinks a man will hold me back from what I'm capable of. He isn't the kind of parent who waits their whole life to walk their daughter down the isle or hold their new born grandchild. He's the kind of parent who didn't come to my recitals or video tape my birthdays. He's the kind of parent that worked me to death so I would get good grades and he pulled strings to get me into the best schools"
"Didn't he know about Charlie? You two dated for quite awhile"
"Yeah he did, but he wasn't happy about it. He refused to even be around him. But then once it ended with us, he was so obnoxious about it and he wouldn't stop gloating and he would not let me forget it. Now whenever it comes up he's all like 'Remember what happened last time' and 'I told you so' and 'Father knows best'. He gets on my last nerves. Don't get me wrong; he's a great man. He just wants the best for me. That's why I barely saw him as a child; he worked so much so he could provide the life he thought I deserved. And it got worse once my mum died. So, I just can't tell him I'm dating. It would just break his poor, old heart. Let alone tell him I'm living with you. That would just send him threw the roof. He cherishes his values, and he doesn't believe in premarital sex or living with the opposite sex before you're married. Long story short, I don't want him to know" All this time, Will had been nodding his head; trying his best to understand.
"Okay so, what happens when he comes and sees me? It'll be a little strange that I'm here all the time, yet I don't live here and I not dating you"
"Yes, but I have a plan. You are one of my best friends. Your house is being painted so you're staying with me for about a week. We are defiantly not dating because you are gay and have a boyfriend. Oh, and your name is Danny and your boyfriend's name is Manny. Isn't that cute; you have matching names. You two also wear matching track suits and live together in a small cottage right out of the city. Manny isn't staying here because he is out of town. You were born in Spain, but you moved back here when you were a baby, and your parents are from here. They just lived there for a couple years. You and Manny are both hair stylists. You two actually met because you worked together. But last year, you found out he was cheating on you so you broke up for a few months. He apologized and apologized and you just turned him away. But then you realized you couldn't live without him, so you forgave him. Now you two are together and more in love then ever"
Will just stared at her like she was insane and shook his head. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but said nothing. "Wh…wh…wh-what? Were dropped on your head when you were a baby or something?"
"Yeah, why?"
Will slammed his hand to his forehead and held his head down in disbelieve "Think of something else"
"I'm joking; sort of. But I was actually hoping, maybe, you could stay somewhere else?" She pouted her lips and widened her eyes.
He took one look into her innocent face and his heart melted, but he shook his head back to reality. "Why can't we tell him? He's gonna find out sometime"
"But I don't want him to find out yet. Maybe in a year…or two" She smiled sheepishly. Will sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but Elizabeth continued before he had a chance. "I want him to see that I can be very successful with a man. In a year or two, I'll be… more ahead in the business. Please, Will" She walked over to him and put her hands on his chest. She roamed them up and down his bear chest and looked lovingly into his eyes.
He took her hands in his and seemed to be in deep thought. "I guess"
Elizabeth smiled and gave him a kiss. "Thank you" Will brought her hands to his lips and lightly brushed his lips against them.
"Okay, back to packing!"
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"He can get really bad migraines when he focuses on something for too long. So don't let him read or do his work for more than an hour at a time. Make sure he has at least a 10 minute break after 45 minutes or an hour. Then he can get back to work. He loves reading so he'll claim he doesn't have a headache, but it's very clear that he does. And if he doesn't stop, sometimes he'll blackout from the headache" Elizabeth explained to Sam as she took Will to her apartment Friday morning.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on him" She said eyeing Will who was behind Elizabeth, holding a duffle bag. She brought two of her fingers to her eyes, then turned them around and pointed to Will with those two fingers. He just rolled his eyes.
"Make sure he gets at least eight hours of sleep. If he doesn't then the next morning he will be unbelievably cranky. He doesn't get as much sleep as he should on weekdays, so it's very important that he gets as much sleep as possible on weekends. He usually wakes up around ten o'clock; whether he goes to bed early or not. I do not want him to get to bed later then twelve o'clock. That way, if he wakes up before or after ten, he'll still have enough sleep. He'll try to stay up later, even if you tell him not to. So you have to be very stern with Will"
"I'm not a child, Elizabeth"
"But you act like one, sweetheart. If you act like one, I'll treat you like one. You know I'm just doing this because I care about you" Elizabeth kissed Will's cheek lightly and said goodbye to him and Sam.
"So, Will, I got the spare room all ready for you so you can go put your things in there and make yourself at home"
"Thanks Sam. I'm sorry about all this; it's just that Elizabeth's dad is…"
"An overprotective, workaholic, who despises any male form who looks at his daughter?"
Will chuckled. "So you know him?"
"I've met him a couple times. He's a pleasant man" She mused. "But of course, he was around me; not a guy. So anyway, I thought I might order pizza. Any preferences?"
"All meat, please"
"Got it, Dude"
Will went into the room and put his bag next to the bed. He took off his jacket before walking back out to the living room and saw Sam dialing the phone.
"Hi; can I have a large all meat pizza, a large pepperoni with extra cheese, and one with everything; including cheese crust" She waited a moment as the other person said replied. "Sam Schmidt. The Bunton Buildings, room sixty four, floor three. Okay, thanks"
"Why do we need so much pizza?" Will asked.
"I eat a lot. Besides, I always do this. I get a bunch and live off of the leftovers for a couple weeks. It's a good system. A less expensive system. Sometimes a gross system; things tend to grow on old food, but it works"
"This is going to be a long weekend" Will muttered under his breath.
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Elizabeth was putting the finishing touches on her newly clean apartment when there was a knock at the door. She smoothed out her knee length, pencil skirt and walked over to the door.
"Hi Dad! How are you?" She gave him a small hug and ushered him in. She took his bag and set it on the floor by the door.
"I'm very well, dear. You look fantastic"
"Thanks"
"Although I think you've been putting on a little too much weight. You've always been a bit too thin, but eating junk food is not the right way to gain weight. Perhaps try and get some muscle on those bones instead of disgusting fat. And your clothes need pressing"
Elizabeth just smiled. "So, want tea?"
"Tea would be lovely" Elizabeth walked into the kitchen as her father took his jacket off and took his luggage into the spare room. He came back out and sat in the chair waiting for Elizabeth,
"How's Governor Hendrickson?" Elizabeth yelled through the kitchen.
Elizabeth's dad, Weatherby Swann was a politician who worked very closely with the Governor.
"He's very well. He sends you his regards. You know, speaking of the governor; the elections are coming up and I was considering running. I've been working my way to Parliament for as long as I can remember, and I think it is time to act on it"
Elizabeth peaked her head through the door way. "Really? Dad, that's a big step. You sure you're ready?"
"Darling, I've been ready for this my whole life. Now enough about me; what is going on in your life?" Elizabeth sat down on the couch across from him.
"Nothing much. Working at the London Times; that's been keeping me busy. But, that's about it"
"So, Charlie hasn't squirmed his way back into your life?" He said his name bitterly, as if it were poison. Elizabeth shook her head. "What about any others?" She shook her head again. "You know I'm just trying to keep you safe, right?"
"I know, Dad. But you can't shield me from everything"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Weatherby's voice was stern and Elizabeth knew she said something she shouldn't of.
"I uh,"
"You're dating someone; aren't you? Why would you fight me on that subject if you didn't? Now tell me, are you seeing someone?" Elizabeth was silent. "Elizabeth!"
"No?" She whispered cowardly.
"You didn't tell me, and what's worse; you lied. Now tell me about him. Who is he? How long have you been dating him? Is it serious?"
"His names Will. We've been dating for almost a year and it is very serious"
Her father had a look of shock on his face. "A year? You kept this from me for a year?" He began growing with rage, but he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "I want to meet him"
"Dad, I really don't think that a good idea"
"Young lady! This man is a serious part of your life and I am going to meet him"
"Yes, Sir. You can meet him tomorrow"
"Good. Now, I'm hungry, let's go get dinner. My treat"
And with that they left to have a quiet dinner together at a fancy restaurant together; both dodging the subject of Will.
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