**Author's Note: I apologize for the first part of this being in the wrong category. I tried to fix it, but it's stuck there, so I'll have to leave it, but I do understand that it doesn't belong in the Incest/Taboo category, so thank you all for your feedback. The second part does actually have incest in it, so. Feedback is always appreciated, thanks everyone so much for your kind words and encouragements.
For anyone who needs a refresher, the last one ended with Sadie and her father's friend Martin being caught by her daddy.**
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Martin scrambled to get out and off of Sadie, grabbing his pants and pulling them up quickly, his eyes never leaving his partner's face. "George, it's not -"
Sadie's father held up his hand and Martin stopped mid speech. "I hope you weren't about to follow that up with 'what it looks like,' Martin, because I doubt you really want to insult my intelligence on top of the insult to my family."
Sadie had been searching for her dress and had managed to get it on so she could face her father with at least a modicum of dignity. "Daddy, please," she pleaded sweetly. "Mr. Scott-"
"Shut up!" her father ordered at her, his gaze finally leaving his partner and former friend to glare at her. "I will deal with you in a second. Until then, I want you to sit on that bed and keep your mouth closed."
Sadie crossed her arms over her chest indignantly, but did as her father had demanded and sat down. Satisfied with her obedience, he turned to look at Martin Scott, who was struggling to get his jacket back on after buttoning up his shirt incorrectly. Martin looked right back at the dark haired man, trying to decide if he was going to try and come at him physically. George could do it, he was fit enough - strong shoulders, muscled arms, sleek, toned stomach.
Martin and he had been friends ever since Martin had started his work as his father's paralegal while studying law, his father being the first Scott of Blanche and Scott. George Asher had gotten the job a few months before. He and the new paralegal got close as friends - Martin was there for Sadie's birth, as George had been there for Martin's daughter's birth, and the rest of his children. They went to football games together, they worked out together, they drank together. The feeling of utter betrayal and rage that George was dealing with made him even angrier; he didn't like losing control, and he was going to if he had to look at this man any longer.
"Just go," George declared softly, although his words were no less menacing than if he had yelled them. "I don't want to see your face in this house again."
"George -" Martin started, but stopped as he saw the murderous fury in his partner's eyes. He decided to let him cool off and would try to talk to him another day about it. He exited the guest bedroom quickly, closing the door after him because he was sure Sadie was about to get a loud lecture, and he was glad his wife wasn't there for him to have to collect. No excuse to explain why they were leaving the party so early.
George turned to his daughter. His only child. His precious little girl. He frowned at her outfit, realizing how provocative it was now. He could still see her nipples poking through her dress, too - wasn't she wearing a bra? Maybe she wasn't quite his precious little girl anymore.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" he asked harshly, hating that she made him look at her like a woman now, instead of his sweet, innocent daughter.
Sadie glared at her father. She hated when he called her young lady, and he knew it. She was an adult now, almost 21 years old, and she could have a sex life if she wanted. "What's the big deal?" she asked petulantly. "He's an adult, I'm an adult - it was all consensual."
Her father almost exploded at her. "You're not an adult; you're still a child if you think there's nothing wrong with having sex with a married man," he snapped at her. "And he's still twice your age - he has a daughter that's almost your age, for god's sake."
"It didn't seem to bother him any," Sadie shot back, shrugging nonchalantly. "And his wife is a dried up old hag - which were your exact words, if you recall."
Was there anything worse than your own words being thrown back in your face during an argument? At the moment, George Asher could think of nothing that could top it. "That's beside the point. He's almost as old as me, Sadie - don't you see anything wrong with that?"
Sadie stood up abruptly, her arms being flung down to her sides in an angry move. "No, daddy - I don't see what's wrong with that. Older men are sexy. They know how to fuck a woman right."
George sputtered. "Do not use that language under my roof, young lady! And how can you say that? That's like saying you think I'm sexy."
Sadie laughed. "Daddy, I do - I do think you're sexy." She took a step towards him. "And I'm not the only one. My friends are always ogling you, you can't tell me you don't notice. When I would have sleepovers, it was all the girls could do not to cream their panties when you walked up from the basement gym in your sweaty workout clothes. And I was one of them."
George shook his head. "Don't say that, Sadie - you can't think those things about me. You can't say that about me. I'm your father."
