Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... successful." Howard said with surprising passion.

"Sasha, if you really love Daisy, then we will be happy to help. We would be honored to give you away. However, there is something more important we wish to discuss. Would you be interested in taking us on as investors. Not as partners, merely silent investors."

"What, god no. Esme, that's not something I was looking for."

"Now shush dear. Listen to me. You said you wanted to get married when the house is completely finished. You're rushing into the wedding for financial reasons. After tonight, both Howard and I are convinced. Helping you and Daisy, would be a pleasure."

"But there's no guarantee, Esme. I would hate to think you lost money on our dream."

"Nonsense, every business has risk. We expect to get a return on our investment as well. We will be charging interest, even if it is low. We want to help, and we think you are worth investing in."

"Holy smokes." Daisy spluttered. "Are you serious?"

Esme reached over the table and patted Daisy's hand reassuringly. "Absolutely. You have a passion for food. That was abundantly clear tonight. People are going to love your cooking."

We were left speechless. After Esme, and Howard left. Daisy and I sat together just staring.

"Well, that was unexpected." I sighed, still not believing the events of the night.

"I know right. We can put off the wedding. We can wait till it's completely finished."

"Yes, and we can take things up a notch. Get better ...

... equipment, fittings for the rooms. Oh my god Daisy. This is amazing."

"Yeah, sure is. You know there's still a bottle of champagne in the fridge."

"Then get it out. Lets celebrate properly."

And we did.

*****

With the finance arranged, the builders started ripping apart the interior. A large dining room was developed by ripping out the old down stairs bedroom. We needed an extension for the washrooms. The upstairs was easier, making four separate double fully serviced rooms.

Jeremy had really taken to his new role. Mature fruit trees were planted around the back of the house creating a small orchard. Walk ways, a pergola style outdoor eating area.

The main pastures were ripped up and segregated for the various vegetables. Rows of garlic, capsicums, chile's as well as all the usual vegetables, the was kale, and asparagus.

Areas where guests could pick their own vegetables. Kids could play with the goats and chickens.

Esme, and Howard became regular visitors. Always stopping for dinner. Any chance to sample Daisy's wonderful cooking.

It was stressful. Daisy had to live in a trailer onsite, whilst the house was renovated. She teased me about how I got to go back to my plush apartment and enjoy the good life while she roughed it.

She laughed, but I cried. Having to leave and go back to the city was hard. I had grown to hate it. All I lived for were the weekends back on the farm. It was hard on both of us, in different ways.

Daisy had given up her job ...