Authors: Carla Parker
Protected by the SEAL
Military Romance
By: Carla Parker
© Copyright 2016 by Carla Parker
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Chapter 1
You’d think that being the only daughter of a millionaire meant I have it easy. But that is far from the truth. As a matter of fact, it’s quite the opposite.
What’s that saying? “The grass is not always greener on the other side.” That’s my life in one sentence. If you were to judge me based on my father’s wealth, you’d think I didn’t have to lift a finger; however, contrary to popular belief, my father made sure I knew what it felt like to work for money.
My father made sure I understood what it was like to earn every penny. He taught me that hard work paid off. Even so, he didn’t want me to go middle-class. I also had to know how to act rich and be rich. And I was only allowed to hang out with the rich. Talk about contradiction.
I figured this out the hard way when I met this great guy a few years ago during a shopping trip the local mall.
We decided to stop by the food court for a late lunch. Without even looking at the cashier, I ordered what I wanted, paid, and waited for my food.
“Oh my,” Amy whispered to me after she ordered her meal. “Didn’t you notice the hottie checking you out?”
“What hottie?”
“The cashier! He kept looking at you and everything, but you clearly didn’t see him checking you out!” Amy was practically yelling now.
I looked over at the boy standing by the cash register. Our eyes met and it was like church bells and butterflies. I saw myself in a wedding dress; my father was walking me down the aisle. It was definitely love at first sight.
I was suddenly conscious about my movements, my facial expression, and even the way I talked. I knew he was paying close attention to me.
“Just go talk to him,” Amy urged.
“I don’t know what to say Amy,” I kept saying. She suddenly poured my drink in the trash. “Now go ask him for a refill.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I sat there and deliberated in my head.
“Just go!” Amy kicked me off the chair.
“Okay, don’t push.” I thought of all the ways I could strike up a conversation. What I would say. What my response would be.
“Ummm…can I have a refill?” That was the only thing I managed to blurt out towards the cute boy across the counter as I handed him my cup.
“We don’t give free refills,” the boy said.
“Oh,” I blushed and turned around to leave.
“But since you’re cute, you’ll get one on the house.” He quickly grabbed my cup and filled it. “What’s your name?” His back still turned.
“Angie, yours?”
“Ty.”
“Oh.” There seemed to be a long moment of silence. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. It felt like time had stopped. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Wanna go out sometime?” Ty asked as he handed me my drink. I was taken aback. He was so bold.
“Um, sure.” I replied, grabbed my drink and started to walk off.
“So, how should I get a hold of you?”
Duh, he needed my number to call me. What an idiot!
“Yeah, well, you can call me,” I said.
He handed me a piece of receipt paper and a pen with a smirk on his face. He was making me nervous and he knew it.
That was how it all started. We saw each other for a few weeks and decided to go steady. But as easily as it happened, it ended just as quickly.
How did that happen?
I brought him home to meet my parents. My father hated him the moment he laid eyes on him.
Ty was rugged. Ty was abrasive. But most of all, Ty was poor. And, my father wouldn’t let me date anyone who was poor.
“You don’t know what it’s like being poor! I’m trying to show you! If you date him, you’ll be poor for the rest of your life!” My father kicked Ty out within ten minutes.
We continued to see each other on and off after that, but it never amounted to anything. I tried telling myself it was because we were young, but truth was my father was the reason we never worked out.
Of course, being the obedient and approval-seeking child I was, I did as my father wished. I went on to the college my father wanted me to attend. I hung out with the rich crowd. I dated rich frat boys whom I made sure my father approved of. While it made my father happy, I was miserable.
This was my life. No, this
is
my life. I rebelled in college. That was where it all changed. My father and I had a falling out and he stopped paying for my expensive college tuition. But I was determined to make
me
happy.
I tried to make ends meet. I attended medical school and practically worked a full-time job at the same time. I pulled out student loans and amassed a debt so huge that I may never be able to pay it off.
During my graduation, my mother was the only one to attend. My father would not have a thing to do with me unless I bowed to his every demand.
Well, that would never happen. I’d gotten a taste of freedom and I loved it. I was determined to marry the man that would make me happy, not the man that would make my father happy.