My Ward My Woman(3)

She was a cheerleader, captain of the debate team and she took dance class three times a week. Damn kid had more energy than I’d ever dreamed of. Mom usually took over when I couldn’t be there. Both of us still very conscious of what she was missing and doing our best to fill the void.

She had a habit of looking into the stands when she was cheering or into the crowd at one of her plays or whatever it was she was doing on any given day, and I would move heaven and earth to be there, cheering her on. Until this shit started, I was always there; now, I leave her care in the hands of others.

My mind strayed to everything but what could be happening to her right this minute. I refuse to think the worst until it’s proven. So instead I thought about the months since that fateful night.

I think I’d shut myself away from her, avoided her, for the first few days after. She’d put a stop to that right quick in her no nonsense way. No beating around the bush for my doll, she always let me have it with both barrels. That’s the way I’d taught her and I would’ve been proud, if she wasn’t using that shit on me.

“Are you avoiding me Sol?” I noticed in the last few weeks the ‘uncle’ had dropped. I missed it, felt a slight pain in my heart in fact when I noticed, but now it downright scared me. Was it my imagination or was she doing some kind of drawling shit with my name?

Whatever, I had bigger worries than that. Like the fact, that since that night my dick had a nasty habit of going on the scent whenever she was around.

“No little one, I’ve just been busy.” Like hell! I’ve been finding shit to do at the office just to avoid her, which made me feel guilty as hell, but what could I do? She was eighteen fucking years old. I’d raised her, and now each time I look at her I want to get inside her. Sick!

She moved around my desk and I held my breath praying she didn’t throw herself into my lap the way she used to. She hadn’t done that in a while, not since she was twelve or thirteen, but lately I’d noticed a comeback. When I asked her if she didn’t think she was too old to be sitting on my lap she’d just batted her lashes at me and told me not to be an old grump.

This time thankfully, she just came around behind my chair and put her hands on my shoulders. As if that wasn’t bad enough she’d leaned to the side, the tee shirt she was wearing pulling away from her chest as she looked at the screen in front of me.

I held my breath and stared straight ahead as she chattered on about what I was working on. Unlike her dad, she had a real head for business. No fritting away her youth this one. She was all business. Her grandfather, who adored the living hell out of her, was practically grooming her for a place in the business. And from his words, she was a fast learner.

I was happy that her dad’s family had finally taken an interest in her, thanks in huge part to mom who’d worked them like a pro. I didn’t mind so much in the beginning. Now I just saw them as usurpers who could take my girl from me.

I was losing my fucking mind. I needed to keep her at arm’s length, and yet the thought of her being taken from me filled me with anger and dread. I didn’t want her to grow up and yet…no, better not go there.

That day in my office I’d resisted looking down her shirt, had tried not to inhale her new womanly scent. Where the fuck had she learned to entice a man with perfume? And where had this flirtatious siren come from?

Try as I might, I couldn’t resist temptation and she’d caught me staring at her cleavage. Our eyes had met once I realized I’d been caught. Neither of us had said anything, but from the look in her eye I no longer had any doubts as to what she was up to.

That’s when the tug of war really begun. I tried to separate the man who’d raised her from the man who now looked at her as a woman. I tore myself apart with my wants, knowing they were wrong. But I couldn’t get them out of my head once they were planted there. And she was no fucking help.

After that day she’d seek me out, never letting too much time go by without seeing each other. If I hid out at the office she’d call, or her new thing now was Facetime. But now instead of the wild unhinged chatter about her day and what she got up to, she was more poised, more serious, and the conversations seemed to get longer and more intense. Scared the fuck outta me.

While I was struggling to convince myself that she was a young innocent and I was a sick fuck for wanting her, she seemed to be doing everything in her power to prove otherwise.

I waited for her to come right out and say the words, that way I could shoot her down once and for all. But she seemed wise to my ploy and never went too far in her torment of me.

Everything was subtly done. If she bent over in front of me to pick something up off the floor, her shorts showing her ass off to perfection, what could I say? If she leaned too close or held my arm too tight against her side, pressing it into her tit, with that innocent smile and those wide little girl eyes. How could I accuse her?

We were playing a game of cat and mouse I knew. One that would come to a head eventually. I just didn’t know as yet which side of the line I’d come down on. Would I remain her uncle Sol, or would I cross that line that was now stretched so tight I could feel the strain?





4





Solomon





We reached her friend’s place in ten minutes and I held my hand up for my men to stay put while I took the steps to the front door two at a time. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door was flung open and it looked like a welcoming committee was standing there.

I recognized her friend Sonia, and I’m guessing the man and woman flanking her were her mom and dad. I stared the man down while ignoring his wife and kid. I’m pretty sure he knew I meant every word of my threat and could see the knowledge written in the fear in his eyes.

“Where is she?” He nudged his daughter who always seems a little skittish in my presence and now was outright scared. “She went downtown.”

“Alone?” The word came out as a shout. My gut twisted at the thought of my innocent girl alone in the city this time of night without her security. “Where?” The girl stuttered out an answer and I turned and left without another word.

My men were waiting when I came out and I told them where we were headed as I moved to the car. They all looked at each other with disbelief. They would know since they’ve been with me for a long time that she had never done this before.

I never let her go anywhere alone, least of all the cesspit of a city. I really am going to tan her little ass when I get her home to safety.

What was this about now I wonder? She’s been pushing the envelope more and more lately, as if she were waiting for me to cave one-way or the other. I can’t give her what she wants, what she seems to be asking for. Though she hasn’t come right out and said it, last night was the closest she’d come to telling me she wanted me to fuck her.

She’d found me in the office as usual, pretending to work when all I was really doing was avoiding her. It was getting harder and harder to be around her and not have her, and it hurt to stay away. For her sake, I was trying to do the right thing, but a man can only take so much.

She’d walked into the room with that smile that could make me do anything and I’d looked at her as if starved for the sight of her. “There you are. It’s time for our movie, aren’t you coming?” I swallowed hard and looked away from her. At least she was covered this time but she wore her nightshirt under a robe.

There was nothing new in that, she’d always dressed that way on movie night because more often than not she’d fall asleep and I’d take her up and tuck her into bed. But that was before I found it increasingly harder to walk away after laying her between the sheets.

“I had some last minute stuff to take care of. You go on ahead and start I’ll be there.” She’d pouted and walked around the desk, this time plopping her ass down in my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. My arms automatically went around her middle. The robe fell apart and it was then I saw that beneath the short silk robe she wore a matching negligee.

I almost threw her off of me but the movement only brought her higher on my lap. My lap that was holding the hard-on that had sprung up as soon as her scent hit me when she walked through the door.

We looked at each other and I’ll never forget the look of innocent wonder on her face as she stared into my eyes. She pressed herself against my cock and I’m fucked if her eyes didn’t say what her lips didn’t. I saw need, desire, and lust. All the things I’d been fighting myself were right there in her eyes and I almost caved.

I closed my eyes and moved her off my lap and her soft ‘why’ had dispelled any and all doubts. I couldn’t answer her. I knew that whatever I said then would change our lives forever, so instead I shook my head and left the room and the house.



I found the place without any hassle but did a double take once I walked inside. As was the norm, whenever I entered any place with my team shadowing me, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Of course I walked in like I owned the place. I probably did since I owned a lot of real estate here, but I wasn’t sure and wasn’t interested at this particular moment. I looked at the different stalls and workstations but didn’t see her. I was about to give up when Ralph indicated a curtain at the very end of the room.