Author note: This is just a short story that I came up with, not a lot of sex so be warned. I hope you like it, be sure to vote and comment accordingly...LOL
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When I met Tony, he was not what I expected. He was dating my granddaughter at the time, a smart, strong minded and responsible young lady who had been the pride of both her grandfather and I. She took to me from the day we met, which was when she was about five hours old and her mom had just given birth to her. Both she and her parents were a little surprised when we went to visit Cornelia in the hospital, I knew what they had been expecting and had been a little fearful that her father might be mistaken over the fact that he kept telling me it would be okay, that his kids would love me as much as he did.
Well, if I hadn't been just nineteen to his forty-five and he hadn't started dating me just a year after his first wife passed away with Cancer, he might have been right. The first words out of Cornelia's mouth still echo in my ears even now, over twenty years later. "Dad, are you fucking insane, she's younger then I am for god's sake..."
Cornelia was twenty-two and a college graduate. Her husband Tom was a bright young lawyer just starting out and the two of them had dated all through high school and college. I was a waitress in the café where her dad Frank ate his breakfast and lunch every day and I had known him since I was sixteen, since that was how long I had worked there. I was paying my way through Bartending School, and going to school nights then working days at the café. I knew Cornelia and her husband from the café as well, it was right down the street from the college they both attended and often met Frank there for lunch.
Both Cornelia and her husband were the typical preppie type of students, and I hated them both on sight. Frank, on the other hand was a tall, well built man with a friendly smile and a good word for everyone he met. Even a kid who had been raised by a drug addicted mom and a grandmother who seemed to take a lot of pleasure in telling how worthless I was and how I was going to end up just like my mom in the end. This is why I worked so hard both in school and at my job, to prove to her she was wrong. That I could be someone if I really put my mind to it, and while I may not be the most upstanding person in the community, I have made a good life for myself. I own my own bar, and work now only when I want to. But I'll explain more about that later.
Any way, getting back to the birth of my granddaughter, and yes I say mine, since I practically raised her when her parents were too busy climbing the social ladder to pay the least bit of attention to her or her younger brother Todd. Frank had taken me out to dinner that night, we were celebrating the end of my bartending classes and he wanted to discuss a business deal with me. A friend of his had recently retired and was thinking about selling off his bar. It was a hole in the wall little place in a rough part of town, and the clientele was more likely to appear on wanted posters then on a society page.
To be perfectly blunt, Frank wanted to front me the money to buy the place. My first question was; what did I need to do in exchange? No man offers a woman a hundred thousand dollars to buy a bar and fix it up, unless he expects more then profit sharing. Now until then, Frank had been very respectful and had never made an improper move on me in his life. And he was just that way when he explained that he was looking for a business opportunity for himself besides his company, and wanted to be my so called silent partner. I had to remind him that I was still a minor and couldn't begin to own a bar or work in one unless under special circumstances.
Over dinner he assured me that all would be well, he had it all worked out and he had ways around the law. For the first time I began to wonder about this sweet, middle aged man who had always left me great tips and smiled at me when few of my other customers bothered to even acknowledge me unless there was something wrong with their order. Remember, I was only nineteen and very, regretfully speaking, naïve as a new born baby. This was happening across town in the local hospital at the same time we were discussing his business deal. His pager went off even as I told him I would consider it, but had to think about it. I had already decided to tell him no.
Frank went to answer the page and came back telling me his daughter had just delivered a brand new baby girl and we needed to go to the hospital. I could see how excited he was and I was happy for him. I also thought it might be better if he just dropped me off and I would find my way home on my own, but he refused, saying it was time his daughter met the other new woman in his life and refused to listen to any argument. He drove us to the hospital, stopped at the gift shop for flowers and we went up to see his daughter and new granddaughter.
Cornelia was not pleased to see me, neither was her husband. I stayed in the background and listened to her father tell them the facts of life, a few choice words that I had heard before but never spoken so brutally. It was clear that Frank had made up his mind about me, and that was it, his family could either accept it or go to hell. The best part had been when I got to see Monica, a blonde haired beauty like her mother and as small and dainty as a flower. I longed to hold her, having dreamed like all girls did, of having a baby and being a mommy my self.
A dream that died the day Frank put a diamond ring on my left hand and told me that night that he was too old for more kids and that was that. I was in love with him by then, at least I thought I was at the time. So I put aside my dreams and worked for his. When I was twenty one, I took over full ownership of the bar, and that's what I did for a while, worked the bar while Frank was out screwing every waitress and secretary in the state, and making as much money as he could.
Oh, I got to give him credit, he was generous to me. I had all I could want, except a man who loved me. Now I was never a beauty like Cornelia. I was too much like my unknown father. Taller then average, full figured, pretty but not a glamour queen. I truthfully got along better with my biker and bad boy customers then I did the society set, and by the time I turned twenty five, I was ready to divorce Frank and stop living a lie, but I never did, to me, if I had it would have been admitting I was a failure at something. Monica was six by then and sure enough she was turning into a little beauty. She enjoyed attention and since I gave her more then anyone else, I guess she just grew to think of me as more then her grandfather's wife.
