Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

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His eyes darted back and forth between Daisy and me. "You, and Daisy... You're like lovers?"

"No, we aren't lovers. We are a couple, and we're getting married. We're going to be partners. This is going to be our home."

"Yeah, she said about making it a hotel or something?"

"I'll make some coffee." Daisy said as Jeremy and I stared at each other.

"Daisy, said you want to grow vegetables or something?"

"Jeremy, my plan is for the house to become a farm stay. A hotel where people come to get a bit of a look at farm life. They stay here, they eat here. They get to ride horses, farm bikes. They can walk through the gardens, collect eggs from the chickens. See the animals, like pigs and maybe milk a cow."

"How the fuck would we afford all that shit. Christ the place looks good on the outside, but fuck me. Look around."

"I have money to invest, but yes. We will need to borrow more. We have architects plans to convert the barn into four more apartments."

"Jesus H Christ. How much are you borrowing?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"Fuck me... You think people would be interested in that, I mean. What the fuck happens if it goes broke?"

"Then the bank will foreclose and we'll lose everything. Reality is. That's exactly where you are right now. Daisy and I are prepared to offer you a payout here and now. You can walk away with money in your pocket. Or, you can risk it all and stay on?"

"Coffees ready." Daisy called. "We could go out on the back ...

... veranda. Enjoy the last of the sun."

We sat around the old cable drum Daisy and I made into a table.

"What about money if I stay?" Jeremy said carefully.

"We can do it two ways." I replied. "We could do it like an employee thing. You would work for us, live somewhere else and come to work like you would anywhere else. Or, you could stay here on the farm, all your food provided, no rent to pay. We would pay you a minimum wage until the place was up and running. Then you would be like us taking a share of the profits. We'd be partners."

"This is my property. My folks left it to me and, Daisy." He stated rather gruffly. Like a dog marking his territory.

"Yes it is, but lets not forget. You walked away."

Daisy sat quietly, both hands holding her hot cup. Her eyes flicking from Jeremy to me.

"I was frustrated, but it's still mine."

"I don't want to fight Jeremy, okay. Remember, if I hadn't found, Daisy. The bank would have already foreclosed. This place would already be gone."

"But it's not is it. We still own it."

"Yes, that might be true, but you own it because I paid the arrears, the taxes. I put the money into the repairs. So, you own half the property, but you also own half the debt. Can you afford to pay that?"

"Well no, but..."

"There's no buts, Jeremy. You walked away. You left Daisy, here to face the consequences. You're either going to be in, or out. You choose."

Daisy jumped in quickly. She could see the argument growing. "Jeremy, ...