Marrying Her Older Billionaire

Angie sighed with relief. Everything was okay. She still knew her father, and he still knew her. At the end of the day, this was all that mattered. She kept telling herself that as they spoke, she savored the flavor of the conversation. What she enjoyed most of all was that she and her father were not struggling at all to try and make the effort to make themselves seem interesting in some way. There was no particular topic of conversation that they had to conform to. No, they were talking about nothing really, and in order to be intimate with someone one of the most important things that you would need to do is to be able to learn how to talk about nothing with the person that you are getting intimate with.

Her father asked her about a lot of things, but one question in particular took her by surprise, possibly because she did not quite know the answer to the question, or rather she did not know what kind of an answer her father would be expecting for something like this.

“So, how was your love life in Kenya?” he asked her.

“My love life?” asked Angie. She and her father had never really discussed that aspect of her life while she had been in Kenya. Perhaps he had been too awkward, perhaps he had sensed that it might end up making Angie feel a little awkward, at the end of the day all that mattered was that they did not talk about it and that meant that her father had something that he was probably itching to ask about and would want an immediate answer to.

What should Angie say? Should she be truthful about all of this and tell him that she had had a few boyfriends in Kenya? She was an adult after all. There was no reason that her father would disapprove of her being sexually active. Still, she had left when she had been nineteen years old. At the age of nineteen, a woman is less inclined to tell her father about such things, mostly because fathers still tend to look at their daughters as their baby girls while they are at that age. Angie had grown up completely away from her father’s gaze. What if he still thought of her as that little girl? What if he got protective of her when she told him that she had had boyfriends? She decided to be truthful. She was an adult, and there was no reason for her father to react negatively to what she was about to tell him. If he did, indeed, react negatively, then it would be his problem. She was a grown woman who would obviously have relationships with men, it was her father’s job to react to it the way an adult should react.

“I had a few boyfriends,” said Angie. “Back in Kenya I mean. Nothing serious though.”

“A few?” asked her dad, looking concerned.

Angie laughed and said, “Only one at a time, dad, don’t worry. I was only intimate with one person at a time. It was fun, the relationships I mean, but I didn’t really get serious with somebody. I didn’t see the point, to be honest. I have never needed a relationship to define myself, and it is quite peaceful and refreshing to break up and be single every once in a while.”

“Are you afraid of commitment?” asked Matthew.

“Not at all,” said Angie. “I’ve just honestly never really found anyone worth committing to, if you know what I mean. They were all lovely men but they all had some problem or the other. When I commit to somebody, I want them to be someone that I can spend the rest of my life with, you know? I don’t think that committing to someone is essential in any way, though. I think that all that matters is simply going through life the way you want to and being a good person, and if you meet someone along the way that you feel might be a good choice and that committing to them might end up being a good idea then that’s great. If you don’t find somebody, I think that’s okay too.”

“That’s a very mature way to look at it,” said Matthew. “It’s good that you’re not at all dependent on a man to define yourself. There are a lot of women out there that do feel that way. It’s not their fault, of course, I think that they have been socialized into feeling this way so at the end of the day it’s society’s fault for making a woman feel like she can only be happy if she has a man that acknowledges and validates her.”

Angie loved that her father was such a feminist. It made her proud that her father conformed to such a progressive ideology that called for the equal rights of a gender that had been disenfranchised for so long. She attributed her own liberal attitude to her father, for without him she might have thought a lot more ignorantly, she might have agreed with the incredibly backwards sentiments that so many people conformed to because it was what had been drilled into them all of their lives.

She looked at her father and smiled. He was such a good person. She was so glad to be back home, because being back home meant that she would be able to be around the one person that had always made her feel like she belonged. She couldn’t even begin to describe just how happy it made her to be around her father, to be around the only man that she had ever respected as much as her mother.

“So are you going to head back to work?” asked Angie. “After dropping me home I mean.”

“Yes,” said Matthew. “I’m kind of swamped at work at the moment, I don’t really have a choice. I’m sorry, I wish that I would be able to spend some real time with you, we just have a really big case that we are working on.”

“It’s okay dad,” said Angie. “I’m sorry that you have to work so much. It’s eight at night, you should be able to go home by now, not have to spend your time cooped up in your office dealing with clients and casework!”

“Yes I agree,” said Matthew. “Such is the life of someone that runs one of the most important law firms in the city. Over the past fifteen years we’ve become highly sought after, so much so that we get clients coming in every single day offering us big money to get them out of tight spots. I think that I would have reconsidered starting my own firm all those years ago if I had known just how much hard work went into it!”