“I’m glad that you aren’t going to see him anymore. He was too different than we were.” I’d never tell her that I thought her dad was handsome and I nodded quickly in agreement. We went down to the dining room, helping Anne with the food after we set the table for her. She made sure that everything was good for the night before leaving to go home to her husband and Boyce came out of his office to join us at the table.
“How was your day, Bell?” He asked as he placed the napkin in his lap as I watched him.
“It was great.” She went on to talk about her newest play and the set design as he ate and listened to her, glancing at me a couple times throughout the meal. His eyes were dark as they locked with mine and I’d look down at my plate and push the food around. I didn’t understand the physical things going on in my body and wished that my mom or Nora was here. Anne was a nice woman and offered her help whenever we felt like we needed it, but I was shy around her.
Bella and I spent time in her room, talking about the changes our bodies were going through. She was taking it a little better than I was, and her attentions were focused on boys our age. She was a huge flirt, but I knew that she didn’t take things too fast. Not yet, at least. She told me that everything was going to be okay once I focused on the grade that we were in now, much like something Boyce would say.
I made my way to my room when it was time to go to sleep, looking upstairs as I wondered what Boyce was doing. I got some water before I took a shower and crawled under the covers to look outside at the stars. This house was built with windows that were both low and high, and while the lower ones had blinds on them the higher ones offered a clear view of the sky. I always looked out before falling asleep but tonight I played back the emotion that was obvious in the office. It was thick, and I blinked as I remembered the way that it felt when I touched him.
CHAPTER 3
Boyce
I worked late into the night after dinner, thinking about the encounter with Vivian. While she was the same age as my own daughter, Vivian was an old soul and I saw questions in her eyes that I wasn’t ready to answer. I hid the fact that I was seeing women from Bella since she was gone so much more than Vivian, but I allowed them in the house when Vivian was there. I knew how loud it got sometimes and felt bad, but I liked rough sex. With Nora it was always loving, but anyone else seemed to feel like a punishment to me. It was just to scratch an itch and I threw them out the moment we were finished.
I wondered how I was affecting Vivian with this. She was close to being a teenager now and going through hormones and emotions. I knew that she must feel some confusion at the new sensations in her body and I might be harming her with my behavior. I wondered if she slept with Dean and pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose as I took a deep breath. Older boys didn’t want anything with girls that far behind them except for a hole to fuck. They were going through their own issues and fuck if I didn’t remember being a high school boy. I fucked everything in sight without a care and now it created so much concern for Bella and Vivian. I didn’t want the same thing done to them, particularly since I was now shouldered with the safety of Vivian. It wasn’t that I minded or was ever resentful of the fact, but I felt more pressure from it. I also felt guilt for finding her so beautiful.
I waited until I was exhausted before shutting down the laptop and heading upstairs. I got shit for work done anyway and I veered towards the kitchen for a beer before I made the descent up the stairs. I stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath of the cool air, looking around the sky as I tried to push the day away from me.
I showered and crawled into the big bed, thinking how lonely it felt tonight. I could call a woman to come over, but my daughter was home. She needed to think that I was concerned about her and not thinking of my sex life. I had to be a responsible father and that included not thinking the wrong things about her best friend. I tossed and turned for an hour before I finally fell asleep, telling myself to sleep in and not miss work. The girls got a ride with a friend to school most mornings as well as afternoons, depending on what they had going on. Anne was always around the house if something urgent came up and I needed to keep the office going. I needed to distract myself from the thoughts that were threatening to take it over.
I woke up after hitting the alarm a few times, rising to dress in slacks and a shirt in the quiet house. I added a tie before I went down to make some coffee, greeting Anne as she worked on the day’s meals. Her husband was a long-haul truck driver and she enjoyed keeping busy just like I did. She poured me a travel cup as I nibbled on some toast and asked her what the girls had planned today.
I wasn’t shocked when I found out that Bella would be at school late and Vivian should be home in the afternoon. I told Anne that I might be at the office late tonight and she agreed to stay at the house as I slipped a coat on to leave. I drove into Maryland every day to work and sipped my coffee as I drove, catching up on the latest news. I walked into my building located blocks away from the Inner Harbor and took the elevator to the tenth floor, greeting my staff as I stepped off. I wasn’t an asshole of a boss, but I was tough. I wanted everything to run without a problem and everyone knew that as they smiled and told me the usual morning things. I stopped to make some coffee in the break room and took it to my office as I set my briefcase down. I looked outside, reminding myself that it was a new day and I could make everything normal again.
I took care of some of the new deals since I handled a lot of the clients myself. I had a long background in architecture and was trusted in this industry, taking on a much more active role than just a CEO. I knew that I spent too much time here after losing Nora and that Bella was left with Anne and the nanny. I wasn’t proud of that, but I knew she had Vivian. I knew that she was the one that Bella would talk to, anyway. While I loved my daughter and we were close, she was trying to be strong for me. Bella never acted with me like a little girl that lost her mother, but someone that needed to take care of her remaining parent. That hurt me when I realized that she was working so hard to hide her own pain, so I took to working long hours. I distracted myself. I did everything that I could that wasn’t sabotaging my life to not think about everything that happened.
In that time, I made a lot of money and put some away for Bella’s college fund. I added to Vivian’s fund as well even though her parents were prepared for their premature death. They set her up well, but I could always do more and with the long hours I was working and the money that was being made, I took care of both of my girls.
They were my girls when Vivian initially moved in with me. When had that changed?
I sat down to get some work done, throwing myself into the emails and phone calls as I always did. I found the email telling me that my amazing assistant would soon be going on her maternity leave for six months, biting my lip as I considered my options. I knew that Bella was far too busy with school and life to help, but Vivian was always so good about helping as needed. She did often in the summer or on school breaks and I knew that she’d be willing to come in on their holiday break in a few weeks. I continued with my clients, ordering delivery for lunch so I could keep working.
Vivian said yes that night as she did for the following years to come. I could see the need to help me in her eyes, her desire to pay me back for something that I had no hesitation about doing. I had a car pick her up when she was younger and even though the girls got cars once they acquired licenses, I still had my driver pick Vivian up. James was trustworthy, and he valued those that I was close to. I watched her grow up even more, taking care to learn everything that she was being taught and do one of the best jobs that I’d seen in my entire life.
However, the older that Vivian got made it that much harder to tame my thoughts about her. I knew that she was dating boys. I saw both girls on their phones a lot, giggling. They got phones in their last year of middle school, mostly for Bella’s sake since she was just getting busier. I saw Vivian leave in her Range Rover often just after dinner and
there were times she never came home from school at all. While still being something of a homebody, she was experimenting with her life.
I used my thoughts about that with other women, fucking them hard when I’d bring someone over. I’d taken to using an apartment that I bought in the city for the later nights in the office, and I’d make the women scream my name. They never knew that it was Vivian that I was picturing. They never knew that they were being used in such a way.
CHAPTER 4
Vivian
The years flew by and soon I was entering my third year of high school. Dean was a thing of the past by then and I had taken to dating guys much closer to my own age as I moved past the awkward stage. Not that I suddenly thought I was ready for a career as a supermodel, but I had decent curvy body and hair that was so bright that it was often mistaken as being dyed. It wasn’t. It was the same hair that Mom gifted me with and I was proud of that as well as Dad’s expressive blue eyes. I knew that I was smart and kept my grades up with room to have a little fun as well. Everything seemed to be perfect on the outside as I moved through life, dating this boy or that one. There weren’t several in a row but rather someone every several months or so. Bella was still the bigger flirt of the two of us and with her acting taking off in the higher grades, she received a lot of attention. She was gorgeous like her mom with the pale blonde hair and more on the athletic side, with her father’s alluring light eyes.
I knew that we were causing him stress. I could see it on Boyce’s face during dinner, though Bella wasn’t there a lot for meals. She’d taken on a lot at school but assured us both that she could handle it. She enjoyed keeping busy and she winked at Boyce when she said that, making him chuckle. He couldn’t argue that since he was always one to spend too much time at the office.
I helped him out whenever he was short staffed. I’d go to the office after school, working on homework during the drive in the Escalade. Boyce always had his driver pick me up and I’d go back home with James or sometimes Boyce if we left at the same time. With the commute, I had plenty of time to do the little homework that I had left, and I finished most of my work in class. I was the nerd out of Bella and me. I kept my grades at the very top of the scale while she shone on the stage with average grades. It didn’t matter, and I knew that she’d end up going to Juilliard once we graduated. She’d be on stages and screens the way she wanted to be, while I stayed back and went to some good school and earned some degrees. I’d have a serious job to match my serious life. It suited me, and I considered time at the architecture firm to be experience for that future.
I was having a conversation via text with my latest boyfriend, Trent. He was mad that I worked so much after school despite the times I explained the situation. It didn’t sink in that Boyce did me a huge favor by letting me move into the house and he didn’t get why I wanted to help someone so much when I wasn’t getting paid. I got paid every day in one way or another. Trent was just an ass.
I shoved the phone in my purse as we pulled up to the curb, thanking James for the ride. I brought him coffee sometimes and the food that he loved. I knew that it had to be brutal to just do the driving and errands for Boyce day in and day out. I got out and walked towards the massive entrance to E&M Buildings, strolling through the automatic door as I made my way to the elevator. My phone chimed just as I was getting on and I rolled my eyes as I tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. Dating was a real pain in the ass sometimes.
I pulled the phone back out of my purse as it chimed again, reading Trent’s message before I stepped out and furiously sent back something, I was tired of him whining about stuff after just a month of dating. I told him that I was done as I walked towards Boyce’s office, frowning. I hoped that guys in college were better than high school. I was a Junior and I’d be done in just over a year and a half. “Vivian? Is everything okay?” Boyce asked me as he looked closely at my face. I stared back, my mind blank as I took in his model worthy face with just a little scruff on the chin. His eyes were burning with curiosity and I shoved the phone into my purse before nodding quickly. “What happened?”
“Trent’s an ass.” I widened my eyes as I heard the words and Boyce smirked at me as his eyes darkened. “I’m sorry.”
“I think you’ll find that most boys are at this age,” he said coldly as I pressed my lips together. “You’re better than that, Vivian. You are more mature than that.”
“I remember what happened last time I tried to date an older boy,” I reminded him as heat washed over my body and I felt desire flood my thighs.
Holy shit.
“You were much too young for him. He was also a bad kid and still is.” I had no idea what Dean was up to these days and I nodded as he stared at me for a moment. “You’re like an old soul, Vivian. I wish…” Boyce pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “We should get to work. There are some accounts that need to be organized.”
I jumped and went to the desk that I used when I was here. His assistant also came in some days, but she’d been out this week with a sick baby. The laptop was already warmed up and I went into the software that Boyce used to file his client’s information as he sighed and walked to his own desk. He pulled a few sheets of paper from the top and walked over to me, dropping into the chair beside me. “Here are the new clients. Everything you need should be on these sheets.” Boyce was a detail man and he liked all the information on his clients that he could get into the system. We both heard my phone ringing and I stared at the monitor as he glared towards my purse.
Boyce pushed away from the desk and left the office as I blinked for a moment. What the fuck just happened? I swear the man didn’t touch me or barely say a thing, but I was wet with lust right now. He was going to say something to me that he held back, and I wondered if he felt what I did. It was so wrong, and I shouldn’t give it a second thought, but Boyce was in my mind every time I was with one of my boyfriends. I didn’t have sex with all of them but there were a couple that I took that step with just to quench my lust for Boyce. He still had women over and I heard them. I heard them coming for him and got off nearly every time it happened. He was my fantasy now and I wasn’t sure how to have an orgasm without him being in my head.
Boyce walked through the doorway with two cups, setting one down without coming near me. He walked back over to his desk and sat down, focusing on the screen as I drew the cup closer to me. It was a cinnamon mocha, just like I preferred and inhaled the spicy sweetness slowly as I thanked him in a soft voice. Boyce simply nodded, and I looked back at the screen for a moment before pulling the papers towards me.
We both worked, typing and drinking our coffee as a heavy silence fell over the room. There was something going on and I couldn’t figure it out, but I also wasn’t about to ask. Boyce was my best friend’s father, and older than I was. He was like my father even though he wasn’t blood. There were so many reasons that this was wrong. I read the words and entered the information where it needed to go, almost on autopilot. I could do this for a living and be okay with it. I glanced over at him and he was typing something firmly into the keyboard. Boyce looked pained as I watched him and looked away to keep working.
We got through the afternoon this way and I finished the last file with a sigh of relief. I made sure that everything was saved and looked at Boyce as I heard the other staff leaving the building, talking loudly about their plans tonight. “I’m finished. Is there anything else that you need?”
“Vivian, will you have dinner in the city with me? It’s late and I’d like to talk.” Boyce said as I looked warily at him. “I’ll drive us home after.”
We powered down the computers and gathered our stuff together before leaving. It was quieter now as I followed him to the elevator, wondering what we needed to talk about. He led the way off the car to the street, turning left as he looked at me. “Is Mexican good for you? There’s a good place around the corner that I like to go.”
“Fine,” I replied as he slowed
and walked beside me. I was young but there was no denying the tension between us. It was alive with electricity. We walked about three blocks and I noticed a small building to the right that boasted authentic Mexican food, wondering if that was the place. I’d never been here at night before and it was buzzing with people, bright lights, and one of the best vibes I’d ever experienced before. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was where Boyce met his women after work, at some bar or restaurant. It was far to bring them all the way to the house and I wondered for a moment if he did that intentionally, pausing for a moment as I stared at the ground.
“Vivian? Are you okay?” Boyce asked me as I blinked and looked up at him. I wanted a drink and I cursed the fact that I was just under eighteen. I nodded, and he opened the door that I was once hoping he would, allowing me to enter before him and walked up to the small booth. Boyce leaned in and said a few words to the pretty, young hostess before we were being led to a table in the corner. It was loud here, crowded. I watched as the woman turned to smile flirtatiously at him before setting the menus down on the small round table. Boyce looked at me as she left, and I slipped into one of the chairs before he took the seat across from me. His eyes locked with mine as he seemed to weigh his words and I leaned back, needing the space to breathe.
We took the time to read the menus and order, Boyce asking for an iced tea and me an ice water to drink with the meals. I offered to drive if he wanted to have a beer or something and Boyce just looked at me. “What? I’m a good driver.” He taught both me and Bella in one of the older cars.
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