Authors Note: This is my Thirty-Sixth story and the sixth installment of this series. I owe the idea for this series to my good friend and fellow writer, EddyFox and the helpful editing to EddyFox, Shady_Lady, teddyrabbit and Steve. Anyhow, on with the story...I hope you enjoy it and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated!
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We cuddled for a few more minutes until I felt I had the energy to move. I sat up in bed and patted his shoulder, "Come on now David, it's time to give you the grand tour."
I got out of the bed and slipped back into my robe. David was still lying on the bed on his stomach, watching me dress. I gave his ass a light smack, "Come on, put your pants back on, no underwear, no shirt, and no socks and follow me."
I moved towards the door and David realized I was serious. He scrambled to put his pants back on and off we went.
I gave him the tour of the second floor, since that's where we were.
I lead him into a sitting room across the hall from mine done in shades of dusty rose and light blue with birch furniture, "This set of rooms is always ready for Isabella since she sometimes stays nights or weekends here. She's got a sitting room, bedroom and bathroom at her disposal. You are never to enter these rooms without Isabella's consent."
David nodded his understanding and we continued onto the set of rooms which were just down the hall from Isabella's. This set of rooms had walls of butter cream with rich cherry wood furniture. "This set of rooms is for my parents, though they have never visited. You are never to enter these rooms under any circumstances."
David nodded and asked, "Why do you have rooms for your parents if they've never visited?"
"My parents expect rooms to be ready for them even if they never visit. If they were to visit and I didn't have rooms ready for them my father would be very unhappy. He actually cut my sister-in-law out of the will because she hadn't done the rooms for them in her house to his exact specifications." David gave a low whistle and I smiled, "That's my father for you. He was raised rich and always got what he wanted. What he wants he gets and if he doesn't get exactly what he wants you pay the price and then some. The man could have intimidated Hitler!"
We moved onto the next set of rooms across the hall. These were done in shades of light blues and greens with modern oak furniture. "These rooms are for my sister Clara, her husband and their two sons. They visit a couple times a year and when they are not here you are not to enter these rooms at all. When they are here you are only to enter these rooms if asked to do so by one of them."
"You said your sister-in-law was cut out of the will so I assume you have a brother. If you have rooms for your sister why don't you have rooms for your brother and his family?"
"My brother, Simon, is entirely my father's creature. He was raised in my fathers shadow. He went to Cambridge where my father went and has been apprenticing to take over the core of the family business since he graduated. His family castle, summer home in Los Angeles and winter home in northern Canada are all neighboring properties of my fathers. He goes where my father goes, does what my father tells him to do just as my father never visits neither do he or his family. However, my father only expects rooms to be ready for him and mother, he could care less if there are rooms for Simon and his wife and daughter. I think it's my fathers twisted way of punishing Simon and Laura for giving him only one grandchild and it being a girl and not the boy he so desperately wanted from them."
"Wow...your family is kind of...uh..."
"Psychotic? Yes, they are. Well, just father and Simon. They are both so obsessed with power and control and spend all their free time on the insane little power games they play with each other. They pretty much leave Clara and I alone to live our lives. Though since Clara has two little boys who Father sees as the 'true heirs' of the family business and fortune he pays her more attention than he does me. He has the boys spend their summers with him so he can 'mentor' them and Clara spends the rest of the year trying to undo the damage father's done to their psyches"
"Yikes!"
"Yup...my family...rich, powerful and incredibly fucked up. I don't know how I would have survived childhood if it weren't for Clara."
"So you two have always been close?"
"Oh yes! Once we were old enough Father had both of us shipped off to a private school, we never even went home for the holidays. Mother and Father would ship gifts to us at school and pay the staff to stay with us. We were the richest and both among the top 5 percentile in the school for grades so none of the other girls would even speak to us. Clara graduated 2 years before me so for those last two years I only ever spoke with teachers and cleaning staff. It was horrible. Then father insisted we go to separate universities."
"Oh? Where did you guys go?"
"He sent Clara to Harvard and he sent me to Yale."
"Well they aren't that far from each other at least." David said encouragingly.
"You're right, they aren't, we saw each other for Christmas each year but other then that we were both so busy studying."
"Well, at least Yale isn't an all girl's school. Must have been nice to finally be around some guys for a change!" I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood that talking about my family had put me in and I appreciated the gesture.
"You'd think so, but not really. My first semester I was so engrossed in my classes I hardly even noticed, but by the time second semester came around I'd actually gone on a couple dates. Then I met Andrew."
David grinned impishly at me, "And I bet you got all wild and freaky and turned into the kinky nympho who now stands before me."
I laughed a short, cold laugh, "Oh no. I was an innocent virgin. Some kissing and light petting on the dates I'd had, but I thought I loved Andrew and lost my virginity to him and we became monogamous. He was a wham bam thank you mam' kind of guy, which as you know, I enjoy. However, he was also a once a week on Friday night for about five minutes and nothing else kind of guy and I went insane! He caught me getting myself off one day and freaked out on me saying I was a slut who couldn't get enough. After that I made do with just a quick mediocre fuck once a week."
"What the hell for!?" David asked in a slightly outraged tone that made me smile.
"Because I was young and foolish and thought I loved him. He was tall, dark and handsome. Everything a young woman could want or desire. His family was well off enough for him to be considered "worthy" of courting me by my father and I worshipped the ground he walked on. Andrew and I made the perfect couple. We both had excellent grades, came from wealthy families and we seemed to be very much in love. No one was at all surprised when Andrew proposed to me on our one year anniversary."
"I thought you'd never been married," David said with a hint of suspicion in his voice. I think he was worried some outraged husband would come around the corner and start beating him up.
"Oh no, we didn't make it to the alter. A month before the wedding was supposed to happen Andrew brought me on a surprise visit to meet his family lawyer to draw up the prenuptial agreement. I was outraged that he hadn't given me the chance to have my own lawyer or my father present and he spouted on and on about it being nothing but a formality to the marriage. I grabbed the documents from the desk and faxed them to my lawyer without even reading them and then stormed out of the office. Later that day I got a call from my father demanding that I call off the wedding. It seems that the prenuptial agreement entitled Andrew to half of my accumulated wealth and 75% of all property and wealth accumulated in the course of our marriage if I were ever to be unfaithful, if I failed to produce an heir within the first two years of marriage, if I failed to provide adequate emotional and physical support to him and if I were to weigh more than 160 pounds."
The look on David's face warmed my heart. He looked shocked, outraged and pissed off, "That's fucking insane! The bastard just wanted your money!"
I gave another low, cold laugh, "Oh I know that now but back then I was devastated. My heart was broken...I cried for days and realized a harsh life lesson. I was moderately decent looking and rich so love in the romantic sense would never be a feasible option for me."
I could see something close to pity in David's eyes and it made me want to smack him, "Don't give me that look, don't you dare feel sorry for me. I have more than most people ever dream of and I am loved by my sister and nephews and Isabella, I wouldn't ask for anything more. Well, except for a good fuck now and then, which is what you're here for. Now come on, I'll show you around the main floor."
