Chapter 31 - Anti-Valentines Day
Taylor paced the bedroom floor of his home. It was little after five when he arrived. The day had been just as tiring as it had always been and cooking was always what he did whenever he got home. It was his way of relaxing. Just him, his knife and his ingredients. His kitchen was his sanctuary.
He opened the glass sliders that led from his bedroom to the varenda and glowered at the thousand of lights that had already been lit across the city.
For a moment he had forgotten that he was on the phone with Brandon, not until his voice echoed loudly through the receiver.
“You still there?” He heard Brandon ask with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He replied whilst running a smooth hand through his hair.
“Well I said that I might pop the question tonight to Kay. You know, being that it’s Valentines day and all.”
Taylor frowned. “It is?” He hadn’t given much thought about it and quite frankly he never really cared about Valentines day or why people celebrated it. If you’re in love with somebody, then shouldn’t everyday be Valentines day?
“Oh God, why am I not surprised?” Brandon said then made a quick pause. Taylor could hear him hiss a breath over the phone, then he let out a curse.
“You alright?” Taylor quiered.
“Yeah, yeah..no, I just, crap. Hold on.” He heard sounds of pots being thrown into the sink, then sounds of glass shattering on the floor.
“I think I might have to take her out now. Dinner is ruined.” Brandon said once again.
“I think you might be even more worse than Kate.” Taylor said and smiled.
“Is that a smile I hear?” Brandon taunted.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He replied, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“Whatever. So you didn’t tell me what you think about me proposing to Kay.”
“I think it’s about time. It’s a wonder why she hasn’t left you yet.”
“You mean like Carla?”
There was a short pause. Taylor bit back his tongue, his eyes narrowed in on the view before him.
She was the one mistaken that he had let happen but for Brandon to bring her up...
“I’m sorry Taylor. I didn’t mean -- that was a shitty thing to say. I’m an idiot.”
“It’s fine.” He said sharply, wanting to switch topic.
Once he had been foolish enough to consider marrying her, finding out her despicable scheme inadvance had saved him months of attorney fees and years of heartaches.
“I know a place fitting for the occasion. I can call the owner and have a spot reserved if you like.” He offered.
Brandon took a while before he replied yes and Taylor knew that it was because of the Carla comment that he had made. But he didn’t want that to ruin his evening, knowing Brandon, he would probably be on his way here in a matter of minutes.
“Great. I’ll let Frank know that you’d be there by eight. And Brandon?”
“Yeah.” He still sounded off and it bothered Taylor.
“I don’t want you coming by here. I said it’s fine I mean it. Don’t ruin your plans because of some shit you said. I’ll be very cross if you do.”
Brandon sighed across the phone. “Alright. Wish me luck.”
Taylor smiled, “You don’t need it. Kay loves you.”
He ended his call and made a move to go back inside. He had dinner to prepare. A meal that he had to share with Kate over polite conversation so that he could get to know her better and enlighten her about the house rules.
He tugged of his shoes, yanked off his tie, rid himself of his suit and everything that went with it on the floor. He then walked over to the dresser and took out a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and pulled them on.
He walked over to the pile of mess, picked it up and dumped it into the hamper.
Right. Dinner, he thought, and God forbide, Kate really thought that this was a date.
He made a move past his bed to head downstairs and stubbed his toe on the corner of the bed.
“Son of a bitch,” he roared and danced around the room on one foot.
This was probably her doing. Even when she wasn’t around he found himself being punished.
He limped out of the door and made his way downstairs. His toe still hurt but he didn’t care. He made like he would always do whenever she would throw insults at him, swallow it down and move on.
“Nana I really need to go now. Taylor is waiting for me.” Kate said, leaning over her grandmother and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The old woman’s face lit up with smiles. “It’s only been a day and you are already rushing out the door to go see him. Weren’t you with him last night?” Nana teased.
“And today too.” Kate added, ” but he’s making dinner and if I’m late--”
“I get it.” Nana gave her a quick nod of the head, then raised her brows, “he cooks too? That’s quiet a man you’ve got there.”
Kate laughed. How could she not? This little frail looking woman was just too much. She hadn’t stopped questioning Kate eversince she had gotten here, wanted to know how her first night with Taylor was. But of course Kate had to lie and give her a clean- cut version of the actual scene. Her face hadn’t stopped burning with colours for a good hour or so.
“He does, apparently. Unless he’s just going to order something and pretend like he did.” She said, then smiled.
She was definitely going to have to go through the bin to check for any take out box.
“Well, don’t let me keep you, honey. It is Valentines day after all.″
“Oh, nana. You know I don’t believe in those make believe holidays. I think that it’s an excuse that people use just to get free gifts and a good excuse to have sex, without people judging them.” Kate said, grabbing her bag from the bed.
“Well you’re heading home to your man. Sounds to me like you’re describing your evening.” Nana chuckled, squeezing one of Kate’s hand as she did so.
Kate flushed. Of course there wasn’t going to be any sex, Taylor and her had just discussed that - and presents? She scoffed, the only present he was getting was her presence.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun at my expense and now I really need to go. Taylor texted, Ben is waiting for me and I don’t want him to suffer through a long wait. Be good and I’ll be back tommorow.”
Nana waved to her and Kate offered her a final smile before hurrying out the