The Billionaire

By: Jordan Silver

"What?" He stumbled back as if I’d hit him. I could imagine a man in his position accustomed to giving orders and having them followed without question would have a hard time with the word. I wonder how often he’d let her say the word? The fuck.

"I came here in good faith when I really didn't need to, as a courtesy, out of...respect I guess you can say. But we both know that there was no need. Ashley is of age after all..."

"But she's still under my care."

"For now, yes, and if you handle this the right way, she just might remain there for a little while longer. But if you force my hand I'm afraid I will take her away from you completely."

"What he hell are you talking about?"

"It's quite simple, I want your daughter, I want to take care of her, and who knows, maybe this thing could last forever, as it stands I don't see my future without her in it. I can make her very happy in life. Or you can leave her to the wiles of some young buck who might use and discard her..."

"My daughter does not date." He was turning red with anger and it gave me pause. There was something more going on here than just a man concerned with the welfare of his young daughter and more than the initial report had intimated though what we’d found was fucked up enough. What that something was I'll have to wait until the more in depth report I'd ordered was in front of me. All I cared about right now was paving the way to her and my relationship.

"How long do you think that will last, hmm? Do you think to keep her under lock and key for the rest of her life? Is that what your dear wife would've wanted for her only daughter?"

"You know nothing of my wife."

"Bit of a free spirit our Dana wasn't she? Tell me, does your daughter know that you blame her for her mother's death?"

He turned white as a sheet and looked around the room as if seeking an escape.

"You can't, you don't..."

"What, I can't know that? But I do, like I said, I had you investigated, not just what you show the world, but what you do in secret. And yes I know about your secret rendezvous and what's said and done there." I smirked at him.

"You know what I see, I see a beautiful, vibrant Blossom that's being smothered to death by you because you can't get over the death of the woman you loved. But how much could you have really loved her if you seek to destroy her daughter's spirit? A daughter that by all accounts she loved dearly."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He paced away like a cornered rat.

"You don't have to, just listen. For the next three months I will court Ashley, I promise you that I will be a complete gentleman during that time. Nothing about her life needs change, except now I will be a big part of it. She will go to school as usual. On school nights I will have her home by ten, on the weekends, maybe midnight. She will no longer be taking the bus to and from school I will pick her up in the mornings and have her driven home in the afternoons if I’m too busy at work. Sometimes I will have her sit with me in my office after school, she can do her homework there." I let that settle in for a bit and when all he did was stared I carried on.

"That's about it for now."

"And if I don't agree?"

"Oh Cliff, you do not want to play hardball with me. There're so many things to choose from, where should I start? Should I start with the alienation of your daughter by letting her in on some of your more hostile feelings towards her? You really should be careful what you say when out drinking with the boys. Should I tell her of your plans for her when she finishes school? Looks like I came along just in time. On second thoughts, I don't think I can leave her here alone with you after all."

"Listen here you, if you..."

"I'm not interested in your threats Cliff, just know this. If you do anything to harm her, I will fucking bury you. I have some compassion for the lost of your wife, but your treatment of your daughter in the years following border on criminal. Your neighbors might see it as over protectiveness while I see it as fucking abuse, and of one who is so undeserving of such. You've stifled every impulse..."

"Why should she live and be happy when my Dana is gone because of her? Dana was sunshine and light and that fucking brat and her fucking whining robbed me of my life."

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