Just Business
Copyright© 2025 by Don Lockwood
Chapter 8
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Arranged marriages. Aren't they fun? Especially when the bride and groom hate one another. Will Brad and Ingrid ever be actually married?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Oral Sex Safe Sex
BRAD
I had wondered. Ever since I realized I was in love with her, I had wondered what a relationship with a fully committed Ingrid would be like. Now I knew.
It was the greatest thing ever.
I knew who she was. I had known for a while. I saw her, and my sight was clear. But she had hidden a lot of it behind hurt and fear and control. I had had to do some hunting to see her.
No more of that. There she was, in all her glory. Vulnerable, but tough as nails. Sexy and she doesn’t know it. Open-hearted. Willing to try new things, especially if they involved Jameson or blue dresses. Sweet. Fun. Smart as fuck. A great listener. A GREAT Mother. And, when she decides she’s in love, she does it with her whole heart.
That last part was important. We all have our own hurt and fear. I was used to looking over my shoulder in romantic relationships. I was used to worrying about betrayal. Not with Ingrid. She never came out and said, “I will never betray you.” She didn’t have to. It was plain as day in her eyes.
The part I didn’t see was how much all that hurt and fear had affected her confidence, and what would happen if she got it back. It was like watching a flower bloom.
And then there’s what happened when both of us regained confidence—in the bedroom. We had started tentative. Great, mind you, but tentative.
There was nothing tentative about that romp after the gala. Not even a little bit. Not that I would have been able to be tentative once I saw that dress. Damn, does she know how to shop for herself. She can spend all my money. Really. That dress made her look like 1.3 Ingrids. More Ingrid was a good thing.
We had an absolute blast at the Gala. The best part was all the dancing we did. It felt like we were making up for the wedding. But, also, watching Alex Olson squirm was also fun. But I was wondering if that one was going to come back to bite me.
Ingrid thought so. “Watch out,” she said the morning after the Gala. “I think Dad’s up to something.”
“I’m ready,” I said. “I wanted to punch him last night. His daughter is happy and he’s pissed about it? Fuck him.”
She looked at me. “Is that what you think you saw?”
“No, that’s what I know I saw.”
She looked away from me. And then, softly, “I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to know.”
“I know,” I said, walking to her and putting my arm around her. “It sucks. But you have the final card.”
“I do?”
“Yes. He thought sending you to me was going to break you. He thought he was ruining you. That’s why he’s so mad—look at you now. You’re the opposite of ruined. And you showed him that last night in vivid color.”
She gave me a shaky grin. “True. But that just gives him more ammo to come after you.”
“Like I said, I’m ready.”
It took a few days until I got the e-mail.
When I got the email, I called across the room: “Hey, Mine? Your Daddy wants a meeting.”
“Does he?”
“Just me, my dad, and him. To ‘discuss our further arrangement.’”
“What are you going to say?”
“Well, first thing, that I’m not going to any meeting without my attorney and you. Unless you don’t want to go.”
“I do,” she said.
“Good. I’ll reply with that. See what he says.”
“He’ll agree to the lawyer but say that silly little Ingrid doesn’t need to be there for all this business talk,” Ingrid spat.
I looked at her so intently that she startled. “That man has no idea what you’re capable of, does he?”
“Nope,” she shrugged. “But, to be fair, I only figured out what I was capable of recently. You know, when I stumbled into this crazy marriage thing and it happened to be to a guy who believed in me.”
“I try.”
Alex Olson agreed, without an objection—to my lawyer and Ingrid.
I had an idea what this was about. It’s one of the reasons I wanted Ingrid there. Because if I was right, I also knew how I was going to respond. And I wanted Ingrid to see it.
And I was right. He wanted to renegotiate our buy-back. Now, keep in mind that the buyback had already started and he was down to about 20% of the stock from 30. So, he was already losing leverage.
We said we wouldn’t renegotiate. Our lawyer pointed out the contract was ironclad. Olson said he’d sue. Our lawyer said good luck with that. And, then he went exactly where I thought he would.
First, he threatened to use his 20% stake to make trouble. We weren’t too worried about that.
But then he made a claim that we got more than we should have from the original deal. What did we get that we weren’t supposed to?
A happy Ingrid. He didn’t come right out and say that, of course, but that was the gist.
Yes, I had to restrain myself. Especially when I caught Ingrid out of the corner of my eye with a tear running down her face. However, this is exactly what I was expecting. So, I had my response all planned.
“Why do you hate your own daughter?” I asked. “What made you such a miserable asshole that you’d go out of your way to make your own fucking daughter unhappy?”
He looked at me in shock.
“I don’t get it. I have a daughter now. And she was three by the time I met her and she’s not mine biologically. And I’d still do anything in my power to make her happy. You know, like any normal father.”
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