Honeymooned

During the summer of 2017, I had just graduated with my degree in communications. I got a job as an intern working for the ex-husband of my mother's best friend. At the time I was hanging out with a group of recent grads, baseball games, beach weekends, Friday night bar hopping. I was not sexually active, never had been. A guy at a bar grabbed my ass, one of my friends decked him, we were thrown out of the bar and the jerk sued my friend.

When I told my mom, who told her friend, who told my boss, my boss called me into talk. First he told me he would recommend a good lawyer for my friend, second he asked me why I was going to those bars. A nice girl like me in a place like that. In a nut shell he imposed his parenting voice on me and told me to quit going to those bars. His voice grated on me, his body language, I felt like I was ten.

Over the summer he got more and more involved in my life, both at work and out of work. He asked me to go down to the beach with him to talk with a contractor about upgrading the kitchen and family room. He wanted a woman's point of view. What happened was that after meeting with the contractor he had sex with me. My first time. My mother told me he honeymooned me.

It's been four years, I work for him full time. I moved out of my mother's house so he could visit me at his leisure. It's normal now, him, sex, my job. I have girlfriends but no unattached male friends. No one touches my ass, except him. His voice sometimes grates on me as does his body language which is what it is. It comes with the territory. My picture is on his credenza. The remodeling of the beach house came off to my liking, seeing as it became my project. Being with him around his ex is no longer uncomfortable, she is more than pleased she's passed the baton off to me. My mother keeps insisting on formalizing my relationship.

As it is I'm his young girlfriend and I'm dating an older man.