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My Wildest Fantasy 7
Copyright © 2016 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
Olivia knew about me and Callie, and she was prepared to destroy Callie's future if I didn't break it off. What choice did I have? Callie still had her whole life ahead of her, and I wasn't selfish enough to stand in the way—not with twenty-six million dollars at stake. I'd have to let her go, no matter how badly I wanted to keep her.
I just had to do it fast, before my resolve crumbled.
But Callie isn't going to make it easy. She has her own plans, her own dreams. She wants me to be a part of them. But I've already had my youth, already lived that part of my life. To her it was all new and exciting, stretching out before her like an endless horizon. Would I ruin it for her by making her grow up too fast?
I’d already taken her innocence. I didn’t want to be guilty of taking her youth, dreams, and future as well.
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Any fantasies I’d had about playing white knight for Callie and making up whatever her parents stripped away went up in a puff of smoke. Twenty-six million dollars. If I liquidated every asset that I had, I could come up with that much and a bit more. The problem was that in the process of converting it all to cash and handing it over to Callie, the government would grab about half of it. Even with the best tax shyster I could find, there was no way I could possibly manage to give her back more than sixteen million. Which wasn’t exactly a paltry sum, but it was quite a ways shy of twenty-six.
Callie was bright as hell and had a lot of sense. A young woman with her head could go a long way in the world on twenty-six million dollars. She wasn’t the type who would blow it on fancy houses and cars and clothes. No, she’d work it and turn it into a real fortune the way her mother had and become somebody of note in the world. But if I didn’t step out of the way so that Olivia could make her knuckle under to her demands, that opportunity was going to go right out the window. Could I do that to Callie? Could I let her do it to herself?
“Jesus, Olivia. She’s your own daughter.”
“So I should let her make the same mistakes that I did? No, I can do better than that. She may not see it now, but she’ll thank me for it later. Her little dreams are just teenage fancy. And so is her infatuation with you. She’s going to go to Stanford and get a degree in business and grow the hell up. And you aren’t going to stand in her way, or else the gloves come off for both of you. Do you really want to go through that again?”
If it had only involved me, I would have told her to do her worst. But it wasn’t just me, this time. “Let me talk to her,” I heard myself saying. I couldn’t just let her wreck her daughter’s life.
Olivia stared at me for a long moment before conceding with a curt nod. “I’ll give you until this time tomorrow to fix things, Blake. Whatever is going on between the two of you had better be over with by then, or the gloves come off.”
I wasn’t up to tackling the situation that night, so I went to bed. Sleep wasn’t in the picture, though. I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling and trying to decide what to do and what to say to keep everything from unraveling. There had to be a way out of this mess that wouldn’t cost Callie everything. Damned if I could see it, though.
Early the next morning I went for a run on the beach. There’s nothing like that crisp ocean air first thing in the day to wake you up and leave you feeling alive and refreshed. It’s also great for clearing the cobwebs out of your head, and by the time I got back to the house I’d made up my mind that I had to let Callie go.
There was simply no way I could stand between her and all that money. It would be pure selfishness, and Callie deserved better from me. If I held onto her so that she lost her trust fund, I’d be guilty of stealing her future. How could I look at myself in the mirror every day if I did that to her? No matter how badly I wanted to keep her, I had to be fair to her.