Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy

Dating my Ex-boyfriend’s Daddy .Chapter 1: beginning of the end . *Addison* I heaved a sigh of relief as I relaxed back on the car seat, extremely tired from the 14 hours airport journey that I had just gone through. I had just returned from a business trip having stayed there for a total of two days under the direction of my supervisors.While in the vehicle, I gazed at the scenery outside the window, and a large smile appeared on my face as I remembered the reason for my eagerness to come back to the country. At this very moment, I was feeling so excited. All I wanted to do was meet the man I had loved so deeply all along.Joshua Roswell. My boyfriend. Funny how everyone thought we wouldn’t last but here we were, still in a relationship 3 years later. Soon I arrived at the villa and then came down from the taxi dragging my luggage along with me. Usually, I’m supposed to stay with my family but I would rather live in hell than go back to my house. I always prefer spendin

Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy.Chapter 3: heartbreak is death itself .—ANOTHER WEEK LATER—*Addison*“Are you holding silent conversations with yourself again?.” I turned to my left seeing Devin, a co-worker and coincidentally, my best friend’s boyfriend. “Hey, Devin.” I say, my voice cracking a little bit. He sighed bringing up his hand to touched my forehead as he gave me a look. “You have been crying all day, haven’t you?.” I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion of the different panic attacks I had today or the soft encouraging look from Devin that spurs me to suddenly be so open, but I’m too tired and I just feels like I’m failing.“I want to die, Devin... .” I rasped out blankly staring at the cars driving out of the company’s driveway. “It’s been weeks and I feel like I can’t catch a break in this company.” “Addison ... .” He mutters in response reaching out to hold my hand. “I feel like I’m nothing without Joshua.” I replied shakily. “No, no, no.” Devin disagrees with

Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy .Chapter 5: perfect misunderstandings . “Joshua Roswell just walked in,” Devin says.Addison’s heart falls into her stomach. She hasn’t seen Joshua since Lia dropped that news on her a week ago. The office that Joshua works in is three floors above from the floor that Addison works on, and she has been avoiding it like the plague throughout the day, sending other coworkers on any errands that would usually bring her there.She takes a deep breath, frowning. “Okay. Well, I should probably go home anyway. The club isn’t booming that well.”“No!” Tara says, reaching out and grabbing Addison’s hands. “I’m not ready to go yet.”“We don’t have to go together,” Addison mumbles. She slides down a little bit so that the back of her head isn’t visible from behind the booth. “You still remember where you live, don’t you? You aren’t that drunk!.” “But what about the cab fare! We were going to split it! And I can’t take the subway by myself, I’ll fall over an

Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 8: unknowingly snagged a CEO .*ADDISON* “But, I mean… are you here with anyone? I don’t want to have stepped on any toes. I don’t want anyone dragging my hair out—”. “In case you forgot, my son just mentioned that I’m a divorcée, for the record.”“Right,” Addison says, wincing. “Sorry.”“I’m not here with anyone who would care,” Javan says. He tucks some hair behind his ear. Addison is surprised to see that his fingers are tattooed. “I’m just with some friends.”“Let me buy your next drink,” Addison says. “I mean, as a thank you. For helping me. Not to like, hit on you. I’m not doing that. You are older than me, gosh. Joshua mentioned 18 years older? I mean, I shouldn’t even be making passes at you. I wouldn’t do that. Well, I mean, I would, but—”“It’s fine,” Javan says, laughing and waving her off. “I get it. But you don’t have to do that.”‘“Are you sure? I feel like I owe you.”“I don’t like it when people owe me,” Javan says, shruggin

Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 10: a ruse, and nothing more.“Let’s put on a show,” Addison says, grabbing Javan’s hand and tugging him onto the dance floor. Addison isn’t necessarily expecting Javan to be a very good dancer considering his age, but he takes the lead easily, his hands low on Addison’s hips, pulling her in close. It’s easy and effortless, and more than anything, it’s fun—the DJ is playing song after song after song, but Addison doesn’t feel like much time has passed at all. She’s losing herself to the music, just perfectly drunk enough to feel warm and buzzy and careless, and she all but forgets about the unpleasant situation that’s led her to dance with Javan in the first place. Her world has narrowed down to the heavy thrum of the bass, the flashing lights above them, and the feeling of Javan’s warm, solid body against her.Javan seems like he’s having fun, too. He’s all bright smiles and laughter and gentle touches, eyes solely focused on Addison as