Summer Reighn

I am busy packing my bags at Uni to go home for a few two weeks before Blair, my best friend and I will embark on our planned summer vacation. Finally, time to have free reign and let go for the first time in my life and I am really looking forward to it. I had to beg and plead with my father for months before he agreed that the two of us can go alone to Myrtle Beach. I know, I know, why not follow the crowd to Miami but I wanted to avoid the masses and what can I say, I am not one to follow like a sheep. I want to break free and be on my own for once with Blair without my two bodyguards.

Maybe I should start by telling you a smidge of myself. I am twenty-two years old, almost twenty-three, my birthday is smack damn in the middle of summer break, which I am looking forward to for the first time in years since I will not be under the watchful eye of my father or his henchmen. I am a double major, studying at Columbia University. I am majoring in Law and Business. I have long blond hair with a hint of a curl at the ends. My hair ends just below my waist, and I have amber eyes. I have been told that I am quite tall for a woman, with long tanned legs with natural large breasts, which I personally think is disproportionate to the rest of my body. Maybe the heavens above wanted to bless me with something, so I was given longs legs and huge tits. I have also been told that I am stunningly beautiful, but I do not believe them. I do not have a self-confidence issue; I am just realistic. My father made sure that I was raised to speak multiple languages and that I can handle myself. I am strong-willed to the point that I will challenge anyone if I do not agree with them. Something my father sometimes loathes about me, but I don’t give a fuck. My father tries to suppress my feelings and my opinions, but we always end up fighting because I refuse to back off.

There are a few things my father expects of me, which has and will never be negotiable. I always have to act a certain way, dress appropriately when I accompany him to business galas, and I am duty bound to always act with decorum. I was never allowed to be a teenager, let loose and to enjoy life. My mother passed away when I was very young and since then I have always been my father’s plus one to any gathering. Not that he lacked female company, he is just not one to give them any sort of false hope that there will be more in it for them except a good fuck and maybe a diamond necklace or bracelet when he ends things, which is usually a maximum of six months, if that. I have seen many broken hearts in my day all because of my father. He says they get too clingy if he stays in their lives longer than that, yes I know my father is a cunt, but what can I say, he raised me to be the woman I am today and internally I believe he enjoys that I challenge him every chance I get, not that I always get my way, as you can see from the begging I have had to do, but at least I stand up for myself. The rest of the women all swoon at his feet and never challenge him, that is why he gets bored so quickly with them. He is a handsome man with an enigmatic personality. He has brown hair with brown eyes, well over six feet tall and well-built for a man nearing his fifties. He still works out on a daily basis, so I fully understand the magnetic pull he has over women.

My father is a lawyer and a financial advisor who wants me to take over his company after I finish my undergraduate degree and pass the Bar, of course. I have no say in what I really want to do with my life. I have never really been given the chance to even consider what I want to be or what I want to become, that was one topic I was never given an opportunity to challenge him on. He dictates everything in my life, or rather he tries to and I kind of let him think he does. It is just easier than arguing all the time. I could not even go abroad to study, which was one of my biggest dreams since I was a little girl. I had to stay close to home, which is a Penthouse in the hub of New York City close to his office building. We have been living there since I was born. It was a miracle that I was allowed to live in the dorms at Uni. That was also something I had to beg for, my entire senior year, before my father finally relented and said I could live in the dorms but only if my two bodyguards came with me. To this day, I don’t know why my father wants to protect me so vigorously. The one time I broached the subject my father’s eyes almost melted me to the floor. I still remember that day as if it was yesterday. We were standing in the Penthouse, and I was frustrated because I could not attend yet another senior year party and I lost my temper when he refused to answer why I needed his henchmen and why I cannot live a normal life of a teenager. I challenged my father’s decision vehemently. It was the first time my father slapped me across the cheek, luckily it has not happened again, which I am eternally grateful for. He never showed remorse and he is yet to apologise. I am not holding my breath though.

All the boys, yes, I call them boys, on campus knows I am as feisty as they come. None of them has piqued my interest in the four years I have been here. Not for lack of trying though but in some fucked up way I am truly my father’s daughter. I want more, I want a man, not that I am looking, but I refuse to settle for mediocre and dull. When the right man crosses my path, I know he will be exceptional and worthy of my time.

Blair will be staying with me at the Penthouse until we leave for Myrtle Beach, she is on the other side of the room her jazz music blasting from the stereo while she finishes packing. She is in her own little world unaware of all the thoughts running through my head.

I hope, just for once, my father will be civil to another human being that is not me. I do not think Blair is strong enough to handle my father’s wrath if she crosses him for some fucking small reason.

Here’s hoping.