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Chapter 51: That Summer When I Was Fifteen

Christian frowned as his daughter came down from the stairs the next day. He had told his daughter and new son-in-law that he would be coming over to take Nicolette to breakfast two hours earlier through text, though when Christian glanced at the counter he spotted two cell phones lying uselessly on the marble counter top.

"Dad?" Nicolette looked confused in her still half asleep stage.

"Dad." Now she looked semi-happy to see him as a smile spread across her face.

"Shit. Dad!?" And then the horror set in as she wore a see through nightie with her hair in still in its just fucked state.

"Morning daughter, what have you been up to?" Christian asked through gritted teeth, the whole married thing still hadn't set in just yet.

"Um. You really don't want to know the answer to that. Are we supposed to be going somewhere or are you just dropping in for kicks?" Nicolette asked.

"I... I was going to take you to breakfast..." Nicolette raised a brow at her father's statement.

"Was?"

"Now I, um, just want to talk." Christian choked out, he didn't see the eight year old version of Nicolette at the moment, how could he? His daughter was standing in front of him in what he thought to be the closest thing to lingerie he ever wanted his daughter to own.

"Um, ok, pick a place. I'll change and then find you." Nicolette said.

"Alone." Christian clarified, Nicolette nodded before rushing up the steps again.

Christian found himself inside his old study, now Nicolette's study, there were pictures of Nicolette, Max and the boys in picture frames on the desk. And a new picture in a frame now resided on it, one of Nicolette and Max at the alter in Vegas- a gift from Tara. Sheet music with half halfheartedly drawn notes laid open on the desk, and new instruments were displayed in glass cases along all the walls.

"Dad?" Nicolette asked, she stood in the doorway, red hair pulled up, and in black leggings, white tank top and a black cardigan.

"Where's Max?"

"He left, to go pick up the boys... he wants to break the news to them by himself. You wanted to talk?"

"The first night I knew you existed, I had a dream, of a small copper headed girl, with big green eyes. I had a dream about you, although you were much, much younger. I guess subconsciously I thought you were that little girl I began to dream of. The one that needed help with her pigtails, or with what colored tutu she wanted to wear that day. But when I met you, you were much older than I subconsciously thought you were. If that makes sense."

"You thought I'd be a lost, little girl who needed help. But I'm not... ok... not usually." Nicolette said, finally understanding.

"Yeah... I did... So when I found out that you were dating Max, all I could picture was this eight year old girl... with a man twice her age... When I caught you and Max in bed together, all I could picture was the eight year old girl with a man twice her age... It frightened me."

"Why? Because I looked younger in your mind's eye?"

"Yes... No... Nikk, you know what I told you about my childhood... before Grandma Grace," Nicolette nodded as her father continued, "Well, I was left with my mother's dead body for four days. But before that she had this pimp, he would abuse me in all sorts of ways, but the way that stuck with me the most was when he burned me with cigarettes. When I was saved by the police and then your grandmother I couldn't let anyone touch my chest... where he burned me... which turned out to be a problem when I was a hormonal teenager. I had gotten into numerous fights, got suspended a lot and expelled from two schools before your grandparents decided that letting me work off some frustration in a friend's yard... which was then under construction. What they didn't expect was that the friend of theirs would seduce me."

Christian paused and looked at his daughter, she looked interested and confused from her spot on the soft grey seat in front of the desk.

"The friend of my mother's introduced me into BDSM, that summer, when I was fifteen. Do you remember what the police told you about BDSM a couple years ago?" Nicolette nodded through her shock.

"Well, it was a little like that, although what she did to me was safe and consensual. I agreed to do the things that she did to me... and if I decided that I didn't like it when we were in the middle of doing it all I had to do was safe word and she would instantly stop what she was doing. I was her submissive for six years after that summer, though after three years... when I was eighteen... I met your biological mother. When I had sex with her, I was in charge... and I liked that... so for the next three years my mother's friend and I traded the submissive role, she taught me how to be a dominate. Which is what I was when I met Ana."

"Oh... my... god..." Nicolette whispered, her green eyes wide.

"I'm sure Ana's told you the story about how she quite literally fell into my office and we fell in love and all of that... right?" Christian asked. Nicolette nodded again.

"What she didn't tell you was that I tried my damned hardest to make her my submissive for a solid month and a half before I did something very very bad. I hurt her one day... in what I called my playroom... and she left me. We didn't speak for what had to be a week when I spoke to her again. And she came back to me, this time not as a submissive... but as my girlfriend. From that moment she began to change me faster than she had when she with me before, because I knew what life was like without her and I couldn't do that again. After one crazy ex submissive, a psycho boss of Ana's I asked Ana to marry me... and she said yes... When I announced that to everyone, including my mother's friend. My mother's friend when crazy, and practically attacked Ana. I cut ties to her then, but it wasn't until Ana and I had our first pregnancy scare that I totally cut all ties with her. Not long after that Ana's psycho boss kidnapped your Aunt Mia and nearly killed Ana, however, that is in the past.

But my point of telling you that story was because when I caught you in bed with Max the first time, it took me back to my mother's friend and me... she used me like I thought Max was using you. I want to apologize for that. Because I wanted to keep you from being used like I had been, so every time I heard that he had had sex with you I freaked. I'm sorry. My actions in Haven two years ago are inexcusable, and I will do my best to make Max and his brothers feel welcomed in this family." Christian apologized.

Nicolette, though still reeling from her father's confession, was able to find her right mind and speak.

"Thank you daddy... though... one question... is the... what did you call it... playroom still here because... if it is... I'd have a few issues with that." Nicolette asked, Christian laughed and shook his head.

"No. I had it dismantled before your first week here was up."

"Oh, ok.. thanks... and dad."

"Yeah..."

"Please don't ever be this open with me about your and mom's sex life ever again." With this Christian howled with laughter, his daughter wasn't angry with him and the had found their equal footing.