Page 18 of Being Julia

We entered the penthouse, and my mom came walking from the kitchen. She walked over and kissed my dad on the lips, and then put her arm around me and kissed me on my head.

“I’m glad to see the two of you worked things out.” She smiled.

“Look at the phone Dad bought me,” I said as I held it up.

“Nice phone, Connor,” she said as she looked at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Julia thought it would be a good idea to say a few words to a table of women at the restaurant where we had lunch.”

“Why? Were they staring at your dad?” my mom asked as she looked at me.

“Yes. They were staring at him the entire time, and then they looked me up and down, so I felt like I had to say something.”

My mom high-fived me and smiled. I looked at my dad, and he walked away, shaking his head while mumbling something under his breath.

“Don’t you ever get tired of it, Mom?” I asked.

“Sometimes, I do. But your father is a very sexy man, so you really can’t blame them for looking.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t think of Daddy being a sexy man. I draw the line at handsome.” I smiled.

I took my phone and went upstairs to my room. The first person I sent a text message to was London.

“Hey, I got a new phone, and I’m not grounded anymore. Why don’t you come over so we can talk about yesterday?”

“OMG! Collin told me what happened, and I’m really sorry. I’ll be up in a second.”

After I thought about it, I ran downstairs and asked my dad if it was okay that London came over. He said it was fine, and he thanked me for asking. I was relieved that my dad and I were back on good terms. He was the most important person in my life, and the thought of hurting him the way I did killed me. I walked over to where he was sitting at his desk and kissed him on the cheek.

“What was that for?”

“I’m sorry for everything I said the past couple of days. I don’t hate you, and I’m happy you’re my dad.”

“Julia. Thank you, baby. I love you so much,” he said as he reached over and hugged me.

“I love you too, Dad.” I smiled as I walked out of his office.

When I approached the kitchen, I heard London talking to my mom. I walked over and hooked my arm around her neck.

“Upstairs, now,” I said.

“Yes, ma’am! See ya, Mrs. Black.” She smiled.

We ran up the stairs to my room, and I shut the door as London lay down on the bed.

“So, how was it? Have you talked to him? I bet your dad almost killed him.”

“You’re asking way too many questions. First, it was awful, and I want my virginity back.”

London turned her head and placed her hand on mine. “The first time is always hard. It’s like learning to ride a bike. Just get back on and try again. Eventually, you’ll get it right.” She smiled.

I sat up and looked at my phone. I opened up my contacts and sent a text message to Brody.

“Hi, I can’t wait to see you again. Call me.”

“Was he gentle?” London asked as she sat up.

“Yeah, he was, and he kept asking me if I was okay.”

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