“If I were to accept you, or anyone else for that matter, I would ask to be given time to heal, and not judge me too harshly for my actions.” We held onto each other.
We walked back to the car holding onto each other, and drove home in silence. Carrie kept her hand in mine the whole time. My worry was to not hurt her, if I did not accept her in that manner. But her hand in mine, indicated that she wanted to take ownership of my affections. I began to feel that she wanted me to be that lucky guy.
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Over the course of the following months, my divorce’s final decree came through. I was now officially free from the bitch. My heart began to slowly heal. I also found that my feelings for Carrie also began to slowly change during that time as well.
She did nothing overtly sexual. But just her being there everyday, lent an air of domestic tranquility to our new household.
Carrie continued with her studies. It was going to be nice to soon have my own personal lawyer. I also noticed that during this time that she did not date. She gave me the excuse of too much school work.
I also became aware that her affections towards me were becoming much more noticeable. Her kisses goodbye were always on the lips. That they also became longer and increased over time to be more intense.
While watching TV, she would sit close to me on the couch and place her head on my shoulder or lay down and place her feet on my lap. She would then have me rub one foot, while she rubbed the other one over my groin. She would moan sexily, as I was massaging them. I came to realize later, that she was playing me just like a violin.
At dinner, she would reach for my hand and rub the back of it. Her saying ‘I love you’ became more frequent and was said with a sexier tone. The meaning from all of it, had transitioned us from a ‘father-daughter’ relationship, to like one more of a ‘man-woman’ relationship.
When not in school, she would show up on job sites and bring me lunch. A few times my lead foreman told me to hurry up and marry her. It was then that I began to question had I officially become that lucky guy. At least I did in the eyes to everyone else, but me. That all took place over the course of the following year after the final decree.
Then just before spring break, before entering the final semester of her senior year, she hit me with the decision that she had decided to graduate with a degree in business administration and not go on to law school. Her course work was heavily weighted towards business law and finance.
Her reasoning was that it would be better for the company. We discussed it several times over the next couple of weeks. I did not fully understood why.
At dinner one evening, I brought the subject up again, as to why she wanted to change. “Carrie, why do you want to change your major? I thought you wanted to be a lawyer?” She may not be my biological daughter, as I have said, but I still only want the best for her.
“I want to be able to run this business for you, so that it takes pressure off of you to do other things.” She stated matter of factually. “With the possibility of getting the contract for that new subdivision, you will not have time to breathe.”
I was planning for a big job with one of my home builders that was slated to begin within the next 2 years. It was to be a subdivision of some 120 high end homes. Which also included an 18 hole championship golf course. I was looking at the logistics of organizing my crews to cover the job, or the possibility of having to hire more people.
“You could do both. If you were an attorney, specializing in business law, I would have both a business manager and personal representation here at home.” I said trying to convince her not to change. “You can help run this during the summer, as well as, between semesters.”
“I did not think of that.” She had a sly smile on her face. “Alright Don, I won’t change. But it will cost you.”
Does the word sucker appear on my forehead? I am very smart when it comes to business, and I have a large amount of common sense. But when it comes to understanding the wiles of a woman, I am at a total lose.
“Then my plea bargain is this, that cost will be for us to be more like a couple.” She had a determined look in her eyes.
I had a strange feeling, that I had been lead down the garden path. Only to be thrown into the lake naked. With my clothes being taken back home.
“Alright counselor, we will start going out on dates beginning Friday night. Besides, it is your 21st birthday anyway. You pick the place.” I laughed as I slowly shook my head. My defeat was evident.
Carrie was in advanced placement, and was able to take some college courses in high school. To say that this girl was smart, would be a gross understatement. Hence, while most college seniors were celebrating turning 22 their senior year, Carrie would celebrate it during the summer between her first and second year of law school.
“Good, then I will need your credit card. I will need to get a new dress for the occasion.” Her face was bright with her excitement as she had just won her first case.
Yep! I just got suckered. Nicely played, or what! I shook my head as I laughed, as Carrie held her hand out. She knew that she just put one over on me. I’ll need to be more and better prepared from now on. I would hate to be the opposing counselor.
“OK, young lady. You got me there. After you finish the kitchen, bring me my wallet. You can go shopping tomorrow. Just don’t buy the store out.” I finished my meal, then went into my office to do some paperwork and double check the routes for the next day.
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Friday night came. I had already showered, shaved, dressed and was waiting in the living room. Carrie had laid out my dress clothes, while I was out working. Just like a wife would do.
My anticipation was high, to see what restaurant Carrie had selected, and what new dress she had purchased. But no matter what she wore, it would look absolutely beautiful.
My house sits on several acres out in the country, and is built like a T. Such that the large master bedroom, with an en-suite bathroom, is on one side of the house, and the other bedrooms are on the other. Her bedroom is also en-suite. The living room is in the front of the house, which has the main entrance.
The hallway to the den, sits off of the living room. My office is part of a separate wing, in the middle of the house off of the den, with its own entry. This leads to the large barn that houses the trucks and equipment. The kitchen, and dining room, are off of the den, facing the backyard.
I heard her heels softly tapping on the carpet, as she walked down the hallway from her bedroom. As I stood nervously waiting in the living room. My jaw just about hit the floor when I first saw her. Carrie had purchased one of those little black numbers. Her braless pert B cup breasts jiggled as she walked.
“Man, am I in trouble tonight.” I groaned out loud.
“What did you expect me to wear, for the one man that I am truly in love with?” Her smile shone brightly on her face. She performed a pirouette then a curtsy.
The dress, what little there was of it, was held up on her shoulders by two thin spaghetti straps. There was no back. The first bit of material started at the top of her ass. The dress ended at mid thigh. I just hoped that she wore panties.
Her stay-up seamed nylons were a shimmery nude colored. Her 4” black, open toed stiletto heels had thin straps that wound up her calf. They matched her dress perfectly.
Her make up was flawless. Her finger and toe nails, along with her lips, were a deep red. Her long blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders and shimmered in the light.
She had a jeweled choker around her neck, with long jeweled earrings hanging from her delicate ears. The ring on her left ring finger, looked like a diamond. It had, what looked like, a diamond ring on it. She wore a gold ankle bracelet on her left ankle. She told me that she wore it to show everyone that she belongs to me.
The little girl that I had met, and came as a package deal, along with her mother all those years ago, was now standing before my eyes as a fully grown woman. Professing her love for me. For the life of me, I did not know when she had transformed into this very beautiful creature.
As much as I tried not for it to do, my cock started to harden anyway. She came up to me, took my arm, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and whispered very sexily into my ear ‘I love you Don’, and we left for our dinner.
My cock grew even harder immediately, and did an involuntary twitch when she said that. If I was not in love with her before, I am now. For I have come to realize that I am that lucky guy. I just could not figure out how I deserved that honor.
As we drove, Carrie sat as close to me as she could. I could not get the stiffness in my pants to go down. Her hand never left my right thigh, until we reached our destination. Which she had pre-programmed into the GPS.
Which it turned out to be a very high class restaurant. This, I thought, she had picked the perfect place for tonight.
As she exited the car, the valet looked at Carrie in such a way that was lascivious. I gave him a dirty look, but he just gave me a thumbs up. To say that Carrie was the center of attention, as we walked into the restaurant, hand in hand, would be an understatement. I heard silverware hitting plates, as it was dropped.
As we ate, I continuously saw both staff and customers alike, looking at her. In a strange way, it made me proud to be with her, and to know that she is with me. I did not care if people thought that I was robbing the cradle. Or that I had married a trophy wife. I observed at least one husband being hit by his wife, on more than one occasion, for staring at Carrie.
After finishing dinner, we sat there for another hour talking about the upcoming contract for the new subdivision and how to allocate the crews. She demonstrated, quite ably, that she has a very firm grasp of the business. Carrie said that we would need to hire more people. I agreed.