The Flirt - A Heather Story - Part 3

"OK. I'll admit it. CJ is pretty impressive," Daddy said, clearing the dinner dishes from the table.I smiled. I knew Daddy would like CJ if he met him. My dad has*been pretty critical of the boys I'd*hung out with in the past. I knew he thought none of them were good enough for me. Typical, I guess, for dads to feel that way.*CJ did a good job handling Daddy's surgically precise questions, answering truthfully but not offering any unsolicited information. So Daddy found out that CJ worked*for his father, but not that he was*a gazillionaire. I knew I'd have to find a way to let him know about their money, though, and quickly. CJ offered a tepid invitation to "return the favor" by having dinner at HIS house soon."Well, I'm glad you think so. I really like him," I told Daddy, putting the dishes in the dishwasher."I do...." Daddy started. "But I'm not a fan of wondering where you are or what time you're planning on coming home."*"So sorry," I said sincerely. "I wasn't paying attention Bostancı Escort to the time. I go to school, then work... it's a lot sometimes," playing the sympathy card in my hand.*Daddy softened his tone, replying, "I have never set a curfew for you. And you always get good grades, managing school and work really well. Just, please communicate more with me.""Thank you," I beamed. That was easy, I thought."Not going to say anything about him being quite a bit older than you. I know everybody sees you as older than you really are. But there's a great big world out there, and I'd like you to see it, OK?" Daddy advised, walking over to me and putting his hands on my shoulders. "I'm trusting you, Sweetheart... to make good decisions."My heart sank. Daddy trumped my sympathy card with a quadruple-point guilt card. Well played, sir. I had zero regrets for my decision to have sex with CJ. It wouldn't have mattered how old I was. Outside of marriage, Bostancı Escort Bayan Daddy wasn't ever going to be OK with someone doing that to his little girl. His expectations weren't unrealistic, though. My 21st-century dad knows casual sex happens in that "great big world, out there."I like your dad. Thanks for introducing me, CJ texted.*I propped myself up against the headboard on Daddy's bed, next to him, a familiar setting for us, as we watched TV. As usual, I lived inside my phone, in between "uh huh's" and "hmm's" issued from me at precise moments in our obligatory dialog.*I didn't have to be there, of course. Daddy wouldn't have cared either way. But being close to him has always been comfortable for me. It's been just Daddy and me for so long. Spending time alone in my room just felt isolating and sad. Still though, I thought,*it's not like I want to chit-chat about the falling stock market or how fucked up that Jeffrey Epstein Escort Bostancı story is.Well. You certainly made a good impression. He got into our age difference a little bit, by telling me he wasn't going to mention our age difference. LOL, I texted CJ.He's protective of you. But like you are with everyone, you seem to own him. Haha, CJ texted.Not sure how to tell him about Shale Rock, your parents...I should have just told him about BFC. He's not going to care, Heather.BFC? I thought. Oh. Benson Fuel Corp.He WOULDN'T have. But I think he may trip now. I'll figure it out, I texted, then turned my attention back to Daddy.His bourbon glass is almost empty. Probably not the worst time to bring up CJ's family and company, I thought. Here goes nothing..."So..." I started, pulling Daddy's attention from the news. Then I exhaled hard and blurted out, "CJ's parents are really... rich.""OK... So?" Daddy replied, muting the television."He lives with them... on their... estate," I told Daddy, easing the conversation along."I figured he*did alright for*himself," Daddy began. "I mean, he carries himself well and talks like an educated man. Plus, I noticed his nice car."Naturally, I laughed out loud at that comment about CJ's 330."What did I say?" Daddy asked, confused by my sudden laughing fit.