Black Widow, Part 1
How much is true love worth?
I've asked myself that question a lot lately.
I was born with a silver spoon. My mom's side of the family has old money... a lot of it. She was already extremely wealthy when she married my dad, and he was forced to sign a prenuptial agreement by my grandfather, who was suspicious of him.
My parents gave me a little sister two years younger than me and we had an incredible family. My sister and I were home schooled by the best money could buy. Unfortunately, with that much money, both of my parents were very active in managing and using it. While we had "family time" and "family vacations", my sister and I were left on our own most of the time.
Unfortunately, tragedy struck when I was fourteen, and both my mother and sister died in a tragic car accident. A deer ran across the road, causing the car to swerve and lose control, crashing into a tree. My dad and I were devastated, going through the funeral rituals and then dealing with the lawyers on the will.
It seemed my grandfather had a huge influence on her decisions because she left ten percent of her portion of the fortune to my dad and ninety percent to me. Being under-age, the money was put into a trust, due to me on my twenty-first birthday. Ninety million dollars. That's a very large sum of money for someone my age and the lawyers and accountants made sure I used it wisely until the day I'd be given my own full control.
After the accident, my dad and I grew very close. The pain of losing family was almost too much for him to bear and he brought me closer in order to enjoy all the time we could have together. We developed a mutual interest in baseball and traveled around the country watching our favorite teams play. The summers of my fourteenth and fifteenth year were the best in my young life.
It took a long time before he started dating again. It interfered with our travels a little, but he kept his dating away from me quite a bit, not even bringing a woman around me for the most part.
Until Veronica, that is.
During the baseball season of my seventeenth year, he was away more and more. I knew it was because of a woman right away, but he kept her away for several months before eventually bringing her to the house to meet me for the first time. It was just after my eighteenth birthday when he brought her home on a Friday night to introduce her to me.
I was spellbound from the moment I saw her. She was tall, standing about five foot ten, and was very statuesque. She had large breasts, accentuated by her blouse and her body was trim and fit, obviously from working out. She had blond hair that perfectly cascaded over her shoulders. She was only about ten years older than me and fifteen years younger than my dad.
I remember standing in front of her, barely able to talk or move as she extended her perfect hand to me.
"Nice to meet you, Davey," she said smiling. She was the first and only person to ever call me Davey. It was so... condescending, especially to a boy who was almost a man. But from her, it seemed appropriate.
I was so attracted to her that my thoughts seemed to constantly be about her. I daydreamed about her when she wasn't around and stared at her when she was. Over the next months she was over at the house more and more, spending almost every waking moment with my dad. I felt uneasy, knowing that she was going to become my mom... and I was still going to be infatuated with her.
*****
I was shocked to hear arguing one early Sunday morning. I heard it from all the way up in my room on the second floor. I slipped on my sweats and a t-shirt and walked down the hall. I didn't need to be quiet because of the raised voices, but I tried to be nonetheless. I moved down the stairs, following the sound to the front hall.
I entered the hall and saw my dad and some woman arguing in the study across the way. She held some kind of manila envelope in her hands and some large pictures on top. I couldn't understand what was being said, but she was very agitated about something and thought the pictures proved her point. But my dad would have none of it.
They both turned towards me just as I entered the middle of the entrance hall.
"Ms. Jackson, I think it's time you leave... and leave us all alone," my dad said firmly when he noticed me. "If you don't, I will have you hauled off for harassment. And take this crap with you." He grabbed the woman's upper arm and ushered her to the front door.
Just as they were passing me, the woman almost pleaded with me to listen to her. "Your dad is making a big mistake... one that's going to kill him," she said before the door slammed shut.
"What was that all about?" I asked, bewildered.
"Nothing... just some crazy woman out to extort money from me. She's gone now. Go get cleaned up and dressed, we have some things to do today." He walked down the hall towards his bedroom, leaving me alone in the entryway. I walked back up to my room, trying to forget about it, but worried that that wouldn't be the last I'd see of that scary woman.
*****
Veronica was over at the house more and more. My dad was definitely infatuated with her and their relationship was growing deeper. And while I could understand why, I was jealous and sometimes just wished she'd leave us alone. To be honest, I guess I was jealous and sometimes wished she were mine instead of his. She was definitely a gorgeous woman.
She walked through the house looking so very sexy and I often stared at her when I knew she wasn't watching. When she came over to swim that summer and wore her bikini, I thought I'd cream in my pants without even touching myself. I would sit and stare out the window at her as she lay by the pool sunning herself.
She and my dad flirted every time they were around each other. My hormone-riddled body was kept at its peak every time they got together because of their constant pawing, kissing, and flirty conversation. I occasionally heard them having sex all throughout the day and night, too. I guess the pressure got to be too much for my dad at times, too, and he couldn't stay away from her.
