College Daddy: A Single Dad Romance

by Amber Heart

  Moments later, Opal let out a loud moan and began to shake, which in turn made Boyd lose it. He grunted with pleasure and blew his load all over his abs and chest.

  Opal and Boyd lay there, motionless and panting, enjoying every second of their orgasm. The warm water surrounding them only added to the experience.

  Opal slowly but surely came back to her senses, she reached over to turn the water jet off and settled back down onto Boyd’s shoulder.

  “Well that was incredible! I think I’m ready for bed.”

  The next morning, Boyd was alone when he woke up. He'd sobered up enough by the time they'd gone to sleep, to know for sure that Opal stayed the night. At least, she had been there when he fell asleep, acting as the little spoon to his big spoon. It was nice, almost like having someone who cared about him, but without missing out on all that great sex that people lost when they committed to just one person.

  There was a text on his phone, which he did not here come in due to his thoroughly drained post-sex slumbering. It was from Opal, and read, Sorry I had to run. Thank you for a great night though ;) I have a job interview, wish me luck!

  His heart skipped and jumped for a moment, but Boyd wasn't sure what that was about. It could have been that he was glad she didn't slip out due to shame, or because she'd stolen his wallet or something. Yeah, that had happened to him more times than he'd like to admit, the shame thing as well as the wallet thing.

  Chapter Nineteen

  It was true that Opal had an appointment, but it was not a job interview. There didn't seem much point continuing that depressing search, not now that she was selling her soul to make some big money. While she did feel like she was giving up her good moral integrity by tricking Boyd, she didn't feel at all like she'd given away her body as part of that. Last night had been unplanned, unexpected, but definitely not unwanted. No, Opal had been yearning for that kind of release for some time now. It had taken a different sort of man to help her get there.

  While she'd been having regular orgasms since she was a teenager, Opal was not used to such raw and passionate pleasure. It didn't feel dirty like she thought it would. She actually liked it, a lot; even the thing with the hand tying and all that oil. Boyd might get some more sessions with her, before being completely screwed over by his own uncle's diabolical plan. That was more than a lot of people got, and others were given the short end of the stick without deserving it. She had to keep telling herself that Boyd was a pig, and he'd broken the law and hurt innocent people in the process. She didn't know the extent of what he'd done, or she would already have the evidence that was so sorely lacking in this plan. But she just could not let herself believe he'd done anything truly bad, not actually harmed people or ruined lives.

  On the other hand, for women everywhere, Opal was feeling a bit like a hero. She was giving this man a taste of his own medicine, even while letting him have her in whatever way he liked. It was empowering as it was naughty. There was no reason to feel guilty, not really, right?

  Those were the things that Opal kept telling herself on the taxi ride over to meet up with Carl. She had promised to meet with him after her first date with Boyd, so that's what she was doing. The guy's office was in a warehouse down in an industrial part of the city. It didn't much look like the sort of place a wealthy older man would have as his headquarters. Then again, this guy was apparently "old school", or maybe not quite right in the head, for all Opal knew. Doing business where his workers did their thing, instead of in an office building, that could just be part of a hands-on leadership strategy.

  The secretary was short with her, on the verge of being outright rude. "Yes? Can I help you?" the short brunette said with a sour face, and no time to say hello.

  "I'm looking for Carl."

  "Do you have an appointment? He's very busy today, very busy every day." She went back to typing, as though she had already assumed that Opal was going to say no.

  "Actually, he asked me to meet him here at nine."

  "Oh, alright then," answered the rude woman. She looked flustered about that, and added, "Well, you're five minutes late. Please be on time if you're asked to come for another appointment."

  "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Or I could just leave if you think you know best who your boss wants to meet with?"

  "No, no, take a seat. I'll tell him that you're here." The secretary glared through squinted eyes, then shifted her focus back to her computer and picked up the phone on her desk. "You're nine o'clock is here, sir. She's running a little late, sorry." She glared back at Opal as she said the word "late", to add emphasis to it without doing so vocally. Placing the phone back down, she said to Opal, "You can go in. And again, be on time next time."

  "You didn't even know he had an appointment with me. Thanks all the same," Opal said. After her wild night of living free, she sure didn't feel like taking crap from an entry level worker who must have not had enough coffee yet.

  "Hello, Opal. Please come in," said Carl as she opened his office door, which was clearly marked with his name: Carl Houston. That's when it occurred to Opal that she hadn't looked into his background. Yeah, she'd checked up on Boyd enough to make sure that he was really the guy she needed to go after, and maybe to see what type of person he was. But she didn't do her due diligence in making sure that this Carl person was actually Boyd's uncle. The shared surname was a relief to see. The next time she agreed to take part in ruining someone's life for financial gain, she would try to remember to do her homework first. Still, no harm had been done, not yet anyway.

  "Hello, Carl. Well, you asked me to show up, and here I am. Your secretary out there seemed pretty annoyed that I was a few minutes late. I think the fact that I walked in the building at all ruined her day."

  "Oh, don't worry about her. She's probably just having her—" He stopped and looked like he had just dodged a bullet or something. "Uh, a bad day." It sure seemed like he was about to say that his employee was 'just having her period'. What a pig, Opal thought. But at least he was smart enough to catch himself before saying something to the wrong person. She would need to be cautious of this man; something else that had not really occurred to her; too many mistakes lately.

  "Do you have any good news for me?" he said without missing another beat. Straight to business, not waiting to waste time with pleasantries. Opal didn't answer him. Instead, she was trying to think of the best way to sugar coat being completely unable to find any damning evidence against Boyd. "Let me guess, you couldn't find anything? Not even when you went to his spoilt-brat playhouse?"

  "No, sorry. I searched his entire place for hours. Wait, how did you know I went there? Oh, never mind. I forgot you had your hired goon."

  "That's goon-s, multiple. And you shouldn't forget it." He guessed what she was thinking. "Don't worry," he said with a sultry smile that could turn a gal's stomach, "They don't tell me every little detail."

  "If your guys keep tabs on what your nephew does, why are you wasting your money on me? Just have them spy on him."

  "Believe me, I would much rather use someone I can trust—no offence. But Boyd is a slippery little bastard, no offence to my dead brother and sister-in-law, may they rest in peace. He's smart, but he gets really dumb fast when he's infatuated with a woman. Problem is, he doesn't let them get close enough to use that against him. That, or he just goes for the type that he would never care for on a personal level. Anyway, enough of the touchy-feely bullshit. We've both got business to take care of. You're going to need to encourage him to do something stupid, Opal. If you can get him to like you, maybe even trust you, believe that you're a good girl who just wants to play at being bad, that might be a way in. He could trust you then. I know he would."

  "Look, Carl, sneaking around like a criminal was bad enough, and I did try to get him to do something illegal, to a degree. What you're talking about is on a whole other level. I'm not sure I'm comfortable manipulating someone like that."

  "I don't believe you. I think you enjoye
d it. Why else would you have left his building this morning wearing the same clothes you had on last night? Boyd is a terrible person. Any self-respecting woman should be proud to have a hand in taking him down. If you only knew the way he used women for his own pleasure, and how he uses his parents' money to walk all over everyone he meets. He's a bad guy, Opal. You'd be doing a noble thing … even if your methods are not quite noble." He nearly sneered at that, like he was getting his jollies thinking about Opal getting fucked for his little plan. Shit, he almost definitely was. "Also, there is the whole matter of your mother. I could take care of her expenses, take a little pressure off you financially."

  "I want you to pay up all her expenses for the next six months, as well as my rent and utilities. That's in addition to our agreed price. This is some serious shit you're asking for, and I'm not helping another day unless you make good on what I want."

  "You're not as spineless as I might have assumed, Ms. Wright. It's a deal."

  Chapter Twenty

  "You're really making these meetings a regular thing lately," said Boyd to Felicia a few hours after he'd woken up. He wasn't hungover for a change, since the relatively large amount he'd had to drink was way less than his body routinely had to endure on any other given day and night. There was something else going on that made him feel good too, although he hadn't quite had the time to think about it.

  "It's always been regular. You're usually just a lot less sober, and a lot happier to see me. What's the big change suddenly?" said Felicia. They were in Boyd's kitchen as usual. "Don't you enjoy my company anymore?"

  "You're like a mother to me. I know I've never admitted that, but I guess I didn't think about it before. I haven't done much thinking lately."

  "Wow, what's gotten into you, Boyd? Oh, I know, it's your new bedroom partner. Does it really take so little to make you give up your whole way of life? I mean, you met her what, a day ago?"

  "It's been more than just a day … last night was our first date, that's all. So what? You're the one who's always on my case to change my ways and stop screwing around all the time."

  "No, I'm on your case to stop getting yourself into legal trouble. There's a big difference here, and I'm sure you'll realize that pretty soon. I just hope you do before you let this Opal girl get under your skin. Do you know that your uncle supposedly has someone working specifically to find dirt on you?"

  "So, he's been doing that since I turned eighteen. Obviously not his strongest skill, or he would have already found out something by now."

  "Yes, it's not as though you've given him a shortage of leads to follow. You have been quite the asshole, if you don't mind me saying."

  "I don't mind you saying. It's the truth anyway. But there are a lot of people who work either for me in some way, or with the trust in their daily business. What do you think, Opal's been sent to trick me and ruin my chances at this interview?" It didn't actually sound that stupid when he said it out loud. He'd been thinking it, at least in the back of his mind, ever since Felicia brought the topic up.

  "I can tell you haven't considered that until just now. I know you, Boyd, better than you know yourself in many ways. Unfortunately, I was lumped with being your surrogate mother-figure after the accident. I know it's been mostly on a professional level, but you hardly gave me a break from taking care of the legal shit you get yourself in to; how was I ever meant to help you excel when you wouldn't stop hitting bottom every week?"

  "Hey, that's a bit heavy for a breakfast discussion." He had already finished his toast and was working on drinking the coffee from his ten-thousand-dollar espresso machine. "Did I offer you something to eat?"

  "No, you didn't. That's fine though, I already ate. Boyd, I'm just trying to tell you that, despite the way I'm forced to treat you like a burdensome client—I do actually care about what happens to you. And I don't want you letting this girl get too close, not so close that she could do any damage. I mean, Christ, just keep her at arm's length until this trust fund interview ordeal is over."

  "You never told me when that would be, Felicia."

  "Don't you think I would have, if I knew? They either haven't set a specific date, or someone is doing a very good job keeping that part secret. They're not required to tell you about the interview at all, and I'm sure there's at least one person on the board who is pissed off that you found out. If I can find out when it is, don't worry, I'll tell you."

  "What you're telling me, is I might just have to keep on keeping a low profile, indefinitely?"

  "No, you have choices just like anyone else. The only thing is that you've been able to soar above the law up until now, where the average person wouldn't have the money to save them. Boyd, please don't start to think that you're being unfairly treated. You're just being put under the same scrutiny as everyone else. Welcome to the real world."

  "Gee, thanks." He downed the rest of the coffee and let the surge of warm energy flow through him.

  "However, other people don't have the best damn lawyer in the country on their side, do they? Don't worry, we're going to get through this. Wait, are you drinking plain coffee?" She took Boyd's cup from his hand and sniffed at it, swirling the liquid around under the light above. "This doesn't have scotch or bourbon in it? Not even a liquor or something?"

  "It's just coffee, water, and milk," Boyd said. He wondered what the problem was. Felicia stepped closer and smelled the air around him, like a mother checking their baby's diaper. She took him by the chin and moved his head left to right, taking in the light's reflection in his eyes.

  "You're sober, aren't you? Are you even hungover?"

  "I guess I can't blame you for being surprised. I'm not 'on the wagon' if that's what you're getting at. Don't sign me up for those bullshit AA meetings just yet, thanks. But no, I'm not drinking this morning. I feel pretty good actually."

  "Does this Opal girl have anything to do with that?" she asked. Boyd nodded slowly.

  "I think she might. I didn't really think about it. Just didn't feel like getting drunk so early in the day today. We fell asleep early last night as well."

  "Wait, was she alone in your apartment? Have you checked the safe?"

  "You think anyone would ever figure out there's a safe under the floor boards, under the carpet? I forget how to get at it half the time."

  "Well, good, you don't need to open it. Leave that to me."

  "I don't see why we can't just burn those documents. If anyone got their hands on those, the papers would have a field day."

  "Trust me, you're better off knowing exactly what's on them, in case other copies did emerge."

  "Whatever. So, is Opal a good influence or a bad one? Make up your mind."

  "If she winds up helping you clean your act up, I suppose I can tolerate her presence for now. I don't trust her though. And it looks like Carl's watching her too."

  "My cunt of an uncle?"

  "Watch that word, thank you. Yes, your uncle. It looks like he's been watching her, at least since she met you from what I can find out. Of course, that's not unusual for him to do. Just be doubly careful, Boyd."

  "I promise I'm not going to mess things up this time, Felicia, okay?"

  "I'll hold you to that, Boyd. Enjoy your coffee. Good boy."

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Opal didn't contact Boyd that day. She didn't want to seem eager, even the whole new relationship, if that's what someone might call it, was total bullshit. The best thing to do was keep playing hard to get, to add to the realism. It was interesting to think that women would jump into bed with a guy on the first date and then try to play hard to get. Apparently they did that sort of thing all the time, judging from the forums and social media discussions Opal looked into while researching. Even when being a bad girl and trying to ruin a man's life, Opal was ever the bookworm. She reflected on how similar her current situation was to the average college girl, laughing to herself at her computer desk.

  Her mobile started vibrating on the desk beside her laptop.<
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  "Hey there, good looking. How are you feeling today?" said Boyd.

  "Hi. You sound chirpy for someone who drank so much last night." She knew that she should have felt bad, found it hard to engage in small talk with the guy. It just seemed to flow so easily though, natural.

  "What? I just got through having a discussion about how much better I feel, and how I'm 'sober'. One day and already I'm making big life changes apparently.

  "Who was saying that?" There was some definite jealously in her, hoping that it wasn't another woman, or even a female friend.

  "It was just the other woman I had over after you left. Yeah, the sex isn't as amazing, but that's the price you pay for convenience, isn't it?"

  "You're a dickhead."

  "Thank you. It was my lawyer, if you must know."

  Opal's heart started to sink. "Really? Is something wrong?"

  "Oh, no. She's been kind of like a mother to me ever since my own mother, well, you probably know the story. Everyone seems to learn all about it easily enough."

  "Well, I had to do some research when you told me who you were. Sorry …"

  "It's not your fault. Anyway, nothing to worry about. Just talking to a family friend who tried to fill in for my parents, mostly in a legal sense."

  "Have you given her a lot to worry about, in a legal sense?"

  "I think you might already have guessed what the answer to that question is. Enough about my past though. What do you say to another date? My friend would love to see you again."

  "What, who's your friend? Oh, I see. You're making a bad joke about your penis. That's very witty, Boyd. I wish I'd known about your sharp sense of humor sooner. I would have dropped my panties the second we met."

  "Then I wouldn't have been as desperate to get to know you, Opal. I'm glad you weren't like that. But I'm also glad you didn't make me work too hard to get to know you."

  "You don't know me yet, believe me. I'm not as special as you might think." More guilt, knowing she was a terrible person, a liar. Snap out of it. You need to pull this off. Stop getting cold feet, she told herself. "So, a date, huh? How about you take me out more a day of fun tomorrow? Say, come and get me at eleven?"