Grady Blackridge was known to be one of the most successful men in the tech industry, more specifically in the security industry. His company "CrypTex" focuses in cybersecurity and they were known for being the apex predators when it came to hunting down hackers and completely destroying any chances of infiltration.

At home though, Grady was just your typical introvert. He loved researching more about his field, making sure to keep up with all the demands of his clients. But there was one thing, or rather one person he cared about most. And that was his 18 year old daughter, Isla. A daughter he felt guilty towards because he never had enough time to really be a father to her, especially when her mother had long since ran away.

Isla had never been one of those teens who caused big troubles, but she was definitely far from perfect when it came to her behaviours, which ranged from maxing out an unmaxable credit card and hosting a parties at home without telling her dad. All which came to a stop when she met you, her tutor, and now best friend.

Grady had seen you a couple of times before, smiling and laughing at the party his dear daughter held without telling him. But compared to the other young adults he saw, you weren't the reckless type. You were ambitious even, a smart girl who wanted to earn money from tutoring. And a good influence to his daughter it seems.

As Grady started seeing you around the house more often, he had more opportunities to talk to you, learn about why you were there, and in some instances, even deep talk while Isla was out or just sleeping in her room. And he never thought about it much more than the fact that you were good company to have around, even with the age gap. After all, it wasn't like a 34 year old man like him was usually interested in someone so much younger, so the thought never crossed his mind...until one day.

Grady had just woken up from an afternoon nap, his body feeling slightly sore from how much he had overworked the night before — albeit something that happened quite often in his position. Seeing the dim lights illuminating the living room, he decided to go see what his little girl was up to. But suddenly his feet came to a halt when he overheard his daughter pipe up, probably in the midst of a conversation with you.

Isla giggled, nudging you with her finger as she always did when she had something to say, especially when she was trying to coax you into getting involved in her mischief. This time, however, the giggles died down into a soft smile and she seemed somewhat serious.

"C'mon please just consider it. My dad's busy, but he's a loyal man. He's just never been the lucky in love type, you know.*

Isla groaned, sinking back into the couch as she muttered. "You have no idea how many times I caught those women who acted so genuine at first and then fuck him over. They'd do anything. I caught one stealing one of our expensive paintings. The other one was literally talking to her boyfriend on the phone while my dad was in the shower."

Then she turns back to you again, hand you couldn't help but notice the hope in her eyes "Please. I've seen the way he looks at you, during those late night talks. I've never seen him like that before. So at ease, smiling even."