Old Temptations: Dad's Best Friend Romance Novella (Experienced Men Book 1) Read online

  Daddy's look turns murderous and I can tell he's on the edge of one of his rages where he storms up and down the hall raining hell down on whoever crossed him. I love Carl beyond measurable quantity the way he's standing up for his principles. As much as he possesses me, he totally believes I'm an individual with value not a commodity.

  My father has no choice but to back down in the face of Carl's dogged stubbornness. With Carl beside me I feel a new strength growing inside myself. As though I can do anything because he'll always support me a thousand per cent. Daddy reluctantly takes a couple of steps back toward the family room, his face a mask of rigid rage.

  His jaw tweaks sullenly as he says; “You're old enough to be her father.”

  I'm about to say that the age difference was the same between him and Tina, the previous Mrs Max, but Carl squeezes my hand with insistence, letting me know to leave this to him.

  “I know that. You know damn well how much I know that.”

  “You asked me to send you away from her,” Daddy snarls.

  “And you never told her my message. That we'd see each other again some day. You allowed her to think I abandoned her without a word.”

  “She's too young for you.”

  “She doesn't think so and that's all that matters to us.”

  “I don't matter? You fucking disrespect me in my own house with my own daughter?”

  “I came here to respectfully ask for your blessing.”

  “No fucking way. She's my daughter. You should have asked permission first.”

  “Damon, we've known each other more years than Blair's been with us. I know you and I've been your friend. But I will not ask for permission for something a woman can choose to do herself. Blair has chosen.”

  Daddy looks at me like he's sure I'll do his bidding. I always do because I can't stand confrontations. I hate to be shouted and raged at. I know he loves me but mostly he loves himself which means he doesn't really care what I want.

  “I love you Daddy and I also want you to bless our plans but I'm going to marry Carl as soon as he wants me to.”

  “Get out of my house. Both of you. You've been sneaking around behind my back for fuck knows how long. I'm done with the pair of you.”

  “If that's what you want, we'll go,” Carl states with intense calm and irrevocable strength exuding from him. “But our home is always open to you when you change your mind. Don’t leave it too long to come back to this precious Angel. Years fly by and you miss a lot of time you could have spent together. Every moment is a priceless gem not to be squandered.”

  Daddy walks away with his whiskey and slams the door on us both.

  “He'll come around, Angel.” Carl circles me tight into his wing where I love to be held. “I know his temper. He won't be able to resist you.”

  Carl takes me back to the amazing estate he said he bought with me and the kids we might one day have firmly set in his mind. I know that every night I'm going to be filled with Carl and his delicious cock. And every day he'll find a new enthralling situation to show me how much he loved and missed me in a thousand different ways.

  It's all I've ever wanted.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  You'd think my life upended when Carl whisked me out of it to join with his. But it seemed like the most natural place in the world for me to land after waiting so long, hoping and dreaming this day might come without any real sense of how it would ever pan out.

  Carl of course had that all under control. He'd been planning for years the way he could make me his. I was having fantasies but experience told him this was the real thing.

  “I plotted it out so many times in my head, it sometimes felt unnatural not to find you in my bed every morning.

  “And here I am.”

  “And here you're fucking staying.”

  Josh was a little weirded out when he saw the huge ring on my finger. And a lot of the guys at school thought it was some kind of game I was playing. To stop guys hitting on me, that kind of thing. Then they couldn't make sense of getting married.

  “Don't you want to feed your creativity and make some art before tying yourself to a man?” Some of the more radical girls on the program said with a little bit of a judgmental stance.

  Carl and I talked about it over one of our sunset picnics in the flatbed of his truck. Yeah, you know we do that a couple of times a week. Nothing beats outdoor sex under a golden sunset. Except indoor sex and shower sex and back of the motorbike in a public parking lot sex and just any time sex with Carl. I'm giddy with the delirious flush I walk around with all day.

  “I thought you weren't the type to get married,” I said. “You never did up until now.”

  “I wasn't the type when I was young,” he owns up. “Then I was also kinda influenced by watching my pal, your father. Seeing how little a wedding meant. All those promises disappearing at the first sign of disagreement. The lust evaporating when something shiny new came along. It made me jaded.”

  “You kept going to strip clubs with my dad.”

  “He was my exclusive client. I was obligated. I like to admire a woman's body but in my home life, my woman's body has to come with love and adoration otherwise I'd be nothing but the perv people are still accusing me of.”

  “They'll stop that once we're married right?”

  “Probably not. People always need something titillating to gossip about and some reason to diss others. I don’t give a fuck and neither should you, my Angel. Those people don't possess the kind of opinions that matter to us.”

  I enjoyed going to school less and less. I couldn't bear to be parted from Carl and he felt the same.

  “I need you by my side, Angel. Always. It's really hard when you go class but I'm glad you're finishing the course.”

  I was really upset that my little loft was not going to be in my life. The place I had asserted some little independence from daddy's control, even if I did have to ask for rent money at the end of every month. At least I wasn’t under his negative thumb and meeting candy floss strippers in the morning.

  “No more ice cold showers. Surely you won't miss that?” Carl said. He laughed at my pout and stroked it away before sucking the lip between his.

  A week later he placed a fat envelope on my charger plate before dinner arrived in the hotel restaurant. Thank god we live in a hotel because cooking is second only to cleaning as a distraction. Carl is a fabulous chef though. I love to hang out in the professional kitchen, teasing him with food I hide for him to suck out later.

  I squealed and leapt from my seat to throw my arms around his neck when I saw he'd bought the entire top floor of my loft building to make into a photographic studio for me. The guests looked up at my display then smiled indulgently, no doubt thinking I was delighted with Daddy for some treat he'd given me. I know this because they looked agape then started throwing shade, with the side eye when I shoved my tongue down his throat and my tits into his broad chest. Carl just laughed and didn't let them bug him even when the guests whispered with each other disapprovingly.

  For good measure, I stopped in the middle of the restaurant for a second demonstration of my lust love for my daddy man when we were leaving, the eyes on us again as Carl took my hand across his hip while his other trailed low on the side of my ass.

  I think Carl only notices the disparagement of others because he cares not about what they think but about my feelings and doesn't want me to feel like I've given anything up. As if. I could never have attained this life he's given me, or at least not for decades of hard work. So aside from having the man I love, I get to live a life without struggle. Bonus.

  Good to his word, Carl took me to Paris for my birthday. We ate dinner on the Champs Elysees and Montmartre, on top of the Eiffel tower looking out across the city. It was unbelievably romantic and he also introduced me to a bunch of new chefs in little out of the way restaurants doing outrageous fusion things with food like cooking it in dry ice.

  Every d
ay is a brand new lesson of all the incredible experiences there are to enjoy in the world. And of course Carl keeps me entertained at night with something novel and enthralling which would take a book to describe. He can never get enough of looking at me. He's a bit of a creative artist type himself and likes to put me into positions then order me to remain motionless while he admires my sexy form.

  Carl worked hard on the harvest and all the things that go into making a new wine. It would take a book or a very ling magazine piece to describe it but it's a fascinating process. For the first few months, the wine macerating in the huge vats tastes absolutely disgusting. No wonder they spit it out into the drains running along the floor.

  But even so, the great winemakers know if it's going to turn out to be an excellent wine at that point. In time for our wedding, the first new batch of pinot noir, Carl named 'Always' arrived. He had me shoot a dreamy shot of hands entwined for the label.

  We had a small and glorious day in a gazebo shrouded with swags of white flowers that the crew erected beside the vineyards. I had some of the girls come out from school and we created my perfect vintage style wedding, with hand-lettering and antique glass and china Carl and I shopped for in the antique markets in Paris and Carl had shipped home.

  As a tribute to my insecurities which I can affirm are well and truly recovered from, Carl tattooed a wedding band around his ring finger with the word 'Angel' in script.

  “No doubts,” he kissed me on my old-fashioned pout when he showed me the fresh ink.

  He did everything to further my security. Even offered to fire his manager, Amanda, if her being around him all day was giving me any worries.

  “No, please don't. She probably needs her job if she's a career woman.” I would never want to hurt someone because of my past wobbles and I'm truly not the least bit worried when it comes to Carl's devotion to me.

  I feel bad that Carl is heading for fifty and still has no family other than me. I know he's dying for a family. He insists however that I have the life I deserve and that he shows me all the things he's been lucky enough to experience.

  “I'm happy to enjoy this time with you, Angel. We need our solo romantic years before we devote ourselves to our kids.”

  “Will our romance wilt once they arrive?” I pout. I don't ever want what we have between us to change.

  “Never. But it will be different because our love will not only be tight focused on each other. It will blossom and be shared with our sprouts.”

  I want Carl to forever remember me with the perfect body he loves so much. So when I go off the pill, hoping to give him a surprise for his birthday in a little over a month, I also start work on another project. While Carl perfects his wine, I go to my studio and set up my cameras. Then I strip naked and spread my legs in the exact same positions Carl has placed me in to admire my pussy.

  It isn’t long before I notice a change taking place and I continue shooting my naked body as my breasts swell and my belly balloons with our baby. On the night before Andie arrives I leave a parcel on Carl's charger plate in the restaurant. He bites back a gasp and a tear as he turns the pages of the prints I've made showing me nude how he likes me in my various stages of girl to mother.

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