Of course, it wasn’t clear who we was. Was it Carla and Shaft on a romantic getaway? Or was it me, Carla, Shaft and my dad, one happy, loving family?
This was getting to be ridiculous, even though we’d just sat down, so I took control of the situation.
“Mom and Dad,” I said in a firm voice. “We’re here today to let you know that I’m moving in with Michael. You can turn my old bedroom into a study, like you’ve wanted to for so long.”
Carla feigned surprise.
“You want to move out?” she gasped. “But why? You know you always have a home with us. What’s wrong, sweetie?”
I barely kept myself from grimacing.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m eighteen, that’s all, and I’m still going to go to college in the fall. State’s just twenty minutes away and I can commute from Shaft’s penthouse.”
My stepmom’s eyes went green with envy upon hearing the word “penthouse” but she laughed it off with a trill.
“But this is all so sudden! Besides, Lily, Daddy and I have made some decisions as well. You know that you’re not getting your trust fund, right?” she asked with a nasty hiss. “You haven’t lost a pound, Lily, and unfortunately, Daddy and I can’t hand over the money just like that. We had an agreement and you didn’t keep your part of it,” she simpered. “So I’m sorry, but there’s no college money for you. You’ll have to come home and work on your weight a little more,” she said.
But this is when I pulled out my ace.
“No, that’s not necessary,” I said. “You’re right, I haven’t lost any weight. In fact, I’ve gained about fifteen pounds in the last couple months, but it’s muscle and not fat. I’ve never been healthier. And you can keep the money because Michael has agreed to pay my tuition,” I said in one breath, shooting a grateful glance at my lover. “Michael’s the CEO of his own corporation, and it’s just a drop in the bucket to him.”
“That’s right,” said Shaft smoothly. “I’m happy to pay your daughter’s tuition, Mr. and Mrs. Forrester. In fact, I’d be honored to because Lily’s obviously intelligent and talented. So the trust fund’s not a big deal. Keep the money. I insist.”
My heart bursts with love for the big man then because he’s the answer to my dreams. Not only was Shaft rescuing me from the hell of my home life, but he was going to fund my education to the tune of one hundred thousand dollars. Tuition is steep these days, but the billionaire was so proud of me for getting into State that he wrote a check to the school that very day.
And there was nothing Carla and William could do. I’m an adult now, with my own life to live, and I’m not financially dependent on them anymore. It’s sad that my mom’s money is going to waste, but at the same time, I’m glad that I’m not tethered to it the way I was before because now I have Shaft on my side, and life is so much better.
So what can I say? I haven’t lost a single pound. I eat even more than before to fuel my new gym habit. I’m going to college come fall, and Shaft’s set up a study in his penthouse with a desk and computer especially for me. Somehow, things have worked out because I went from a chubby, desperate teen girl to a woman in full … and with this man by my side, the future has never looked so bright.
EPILOGUE
Lily
“Oh yes,” I pant deliriously. “Right there.”
We’re in our private wrestling ring within the penthouse. It’s crazy, I know. Most people want a home office or a swimming pool, but instead, we installed a wrestling ring.
The contractor was surprised.
“Really?” he asked, eyebrows shooting to the top of his forehead. “A wrestling mat? Do you wrestle as a hobby, Mr. Miller?” he asked, turning to Shaft.
My husband just nodded.
“Yeah, it’s good exercise,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Better than you think. A full-body workout.”
I laughed silently because the contractor had no idea. It wasn’t just Shaft who was going to use the ring to loosen up and get his blood flowing. It was me too. We were going to get down again and again, grappling and lunging until each match finished with hot cock in pussy.
But it’s been so good, and right now was evidence of that. Shaft’s pole was buried in my pussy once again, the man grunting as he held me down.
“Oh shit, baby,” he rasped. “You feel so amazing.”
But as he moved back to give me a good plowing, I put a hand on his chest. Immediately, the big man stopped, eyes blazing.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he growled. “Tell me.”
I nodded, breathing hard.
“All good but I just want to go slower,” was my mewl. “You know, for the baby.”