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 and be arrested for public indecency.”“Remember what I said about being dramatic,” Devin says dryly, turning and brushing his hand briefly through Tara’s hair. Addison tosses back the rest of her gin and tonic, sighing. Maybe cutting her evening short would just be letting Joshua win. Maybe she deserves to have fun, too.She hasn’t even gotten to dance yet—the dance floor wasn’t packed enough when they arrived for her to dance without feeling awkward, but it’s swarming with bodies now.Dancing alone with Joshua’s eyes on her, though… Addison isn’t sure whether she’s quite reached that level of post-breakup confidence yet.“Fine,” Addison says, groaning. “I’ll stay. Only because I want to dance. But you have to promise to dance with me, and don’t let him anywhere near me.”“If he gets within a ten foot radius, I’ll pounce like an attack dog,” Tara says solemnly. “I’ll start barking. It will be very scary. He’ll leave.”“You’re so fucking weird,” Devin says, plucking a maraschino cherry out of his glass and popping it into his mouth. “But like, in a hot way, I guess.”“Thank you,” Tara says, beaming. “I love you too, baby.”“Let’s focus,” Addison reminds them. “Can I go up to the bar now? Where is he?”.Devin leans to the right a little bit, gently colliding with the side of Tara’s head as he peers across the large space.“You should be fine. He’s currently wandering about all the way on the other side, probably he’s looking for someone, I guess.”“Okay,” Addison says, huffing as she slips out of the booth and rises to her feet. “You just want another one of the same?”.They both nod.“Are you sure you don’t want me to go get the drinks instead?”. Devin offers. “I don’t mind.”Addison shakes her head. “No. It’s fine. It’s so packed, I doubt he’ll even see me.”Famous last words.Addison squeezes her way through the crowd until she reaches the massive bar in the center, using her small stature to her advantage, wiggling between bodies until she ends up pretty close to the bar, with only one very tall woman standing between her and the bartender.She pulls out her phone and scrolls through Twitter mindlessly while she waits, running a hand through her blonde hair. Someone dims the overhead lights a little, and cheers erupt from the dance floor.After the woman ahead of her grabs her drink and ducks out of the way, Addison steps up to the bar.The bartender closest to her, a short girl with bright blue hair, catches her eye and nods as she pours a pint. “What can I get you?”.Addison lists off the three drinks, then reaches into her pocket for her wallet, fishing out her credit card.She hasn’t opened a tab yet—Tara has been the one ordering drinks for everyone so far tonight.As she’s about to slide her credit card across the bar, she feels a tap on her shoulder. A second later, there’s a familiar voice, low and close to her ear.“Addy. Hey.”Addison freezes, every muscle in her body tensing up.Did Joshua Roswell just teleport here from across the room? What the fuck?“Joshua,” Addison mumbles, barely turning to face him. Addison keeps her eyes on the bartender but still mutters. “Hello.”She is trying to play it cool, but inside, she’s completely panicking. She has got to get out of this somehow. She was never planning on speaking to Joshua again. She wants nothing to do with him.Being near him makes her feel ill, actually, and all the alcohol in her stomach is starting to feel a little unsettled. “How are you?” Joshua asks. “I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to you in a while.”He slides into the freshly vacated spot on Addison’s left, leaning against the bar. He looks obnoxiously handsome, as usual—he’s wearing a perfectly tailored navy suit, not a single hair out of place. He’s far too close for comfort, and the way he’s looking at Addison is borderline predatory. “I’m fine,” Addison says flatly, still staring at the bartender. She’s busy taking someone else’s order at the other end of the bar.Please come over here and take my credit card.Please.It seems she hasn’t learned how to read minds yet.“I’m doing well. Not that you asked,” Joshua says coolly.How perfectly pleasant.Addison was just sitting in the back of the bar, whining about how lonely she is, and meanwhile, Joshua already moved on.A wave of hot embarrassment washes over Addison, her cheeks flushing, but she doesn’t even fully understand why. It’s not like she’s here completely alone.But she still feels like Joshua has beaten her somehow. Usually when couples break up, there’s a competition in who moves on faster.Considering Joshua is about to become a new father. She lost.“How nice,” Addison says. A few guys squeeze into the space to Addison’s right, trying to get the bartender’s attention, shifting Addison even closer to Joshua. There’s nowhere for her to go now.“Are you here by yourself?” Joshua asks, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face.And then Addison does something dumb.She isn’t quite sure where the idea comes from.She does it before fully thinking it through, taking action before the thought has even finished processing in his brain, and she’s just drunk enough for it to make sense—for it to seem logical and not absolutely idiotic.She swiftly turns to the right with only one goal in mind: immediately laying hands on the nearest physical body.The lucky winner is a guy wearing a black turtle neck, his back turned to her. He’s several inches taller than her, with broad shoulders and long, dark wavy hair.“There you are!”. Addison says loudly, her eyes wide and a little crazed, her hand pressing into the small of the stranger’s back. “I was worried about you. You weren’t texting me back throughout the day. How was your day, baby?”.The man slowly turns to face her.He stares down at Addison with an absolutely perplexed expression. His eyes are already huge to begin with, but they’re extra round now, looking ridiculously similar to Joshua’s and his lips are pursed in an unspoken question.With Joshua right behind her, Addison can’t audibly tell this guy what’s going on, but he figures she can try to signal it with her face. So she waggles her eyebrows to the left, eyes widening further, mouth twisting to the side, desperately trying to communicate: Please help me out here.Understanding slowly dawns on the stranger’s face, and Addison lets out a tiny breath.“Sorry I’m late,” The man says, his expression shifting into something more apologetic. “I got tied up at work and forgot to text you.”“Such a hard worker,” Addison coos.She shifts a bit further away from Joshua and closer towards the man, pressing up against his side.She silently reminds herself to apologize later for getting all handsy without asking for permission. “I missed you today.”The stranger quirks a smile, his eyes twinkling a little. He’s very handsome, actually, but Addison is hardly concerned with that right now. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” the man asks expectantly, glancing at Joshua with some sort of smirk on his face that makes Addison confused.“Of course,” Addison says, turning to face Joshua. “How rude of me. Joshua, this is my boyfriend.”The corners of his mouth twitch. “What?”.“Yes,” Addison repeats. “My boyfriend. His name is...”“Dad?.”“Javan Roswell,” the man says, and it sounds like he’s choking back a laugh. “My name is Javan.”Javan Roswell. The CEO.Joshua has the petrified expression on his face that makes Addison confused as he turns back to her. “You are my father’s mistress?.”Addison’s mouth falls open..TBCDating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 7: it’s an awkward meet-cute . “Joshua, this is my boyfriend.”The corners of his mouth twitch. “What?”.“Yes,” Addison repeats. “My boyfriend. His name is...”“Dad?.”“Javan Roswell,” The man says, and it sounds like he’s choking back a laugh. “My name is Javan.”Javan Roswell. The CEO. Joshua has the petrified expression on his face that makes Addison confused as he turns back to her. “You are my father’s mistress?.” Addison’s mouth falls open. “Wait ... what?.” “Watch your tone!.” Javan snaps at his son immediately.“Why should I ?.” Joshua scoffed turning back to Addison. “So all this while you cried wolf about me cheating on you with Lia, you were actually doing the same?”. Addison frowns as she garners the strength to talk back at him. “Do I look like your slut of a girlfriend ?.” “I would like to think so because what are you doing with a man who’s old enough to be your father ? Are you that shameless that you need to go after m
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 9: a show off between exes . “So, you didn’t tell me about your job?” Addison asks.“If you think your job is boring, mine will put you to sleep,” Javan says, smiling. He has a very kind face. “I head the whole activities of Roswell Corporations.”“You could have just said that you are—.”“I’m the CEO.” How she ended up getting the CEO to act as her fake boyfriend is still a mystery to Addison. “And you get to dress like that for work?” She asks, eyeing Javan’s flannel and cargo pants. She stares down at her own outfit—her rumpled dress shirt, her fitted grey slacks, her shiny boots. She looks awfully stuffy in comparison.“Yeah. The nice thing about being the boss of your job is that everything is more casual,” Javan says. “The dress code isn’t strict since I make them, and I never interact with our clients, pass messages through the personal assistant, so I don’t care about my tattoos.”Addison glances at the tattooed fingers wrapped ar
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
Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 11: now the play is over. “Do you think he’s convinced?” Addison asks, cocking her head. “That you’re my boyfriend?”“That depends,” Javan says. “How convinced do you want him to be?”Javan’s gaze flickers down to Addison’s lips.“Very,” She murmurs quietly.They’re barely dancing anymore, but Addison doesn’t care much. She hardly notices the bodies jostling them on all sides, dancing and laughing and pushing.Javan lifts a hand to Addison’s face, cupping her cheek. Addison tilts her chin up, leaning into the touch. Their noses brush. Neither of them move.“Is this more convincing?” Javan breathes.“Probably,” Addison says. “Convincing enough, then?”“No.”“No?”“No, I don’t think so.”“Mmm,” Javan says, his thumb tracing over Addison’s cheek. “You’re very demanding.”“And yet you’re still playing along.”Their noses brush again. Addison fists Javan’s flannel in both hands, squeezing the fabric bunched together in her palms. There’s nothin
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 12: greatest heist of the twenty-first century. . “Well,” Addison says, clearing her throat again. “I realized something. After we, um… said goodbye.”“That you’re in love with him? Get in line! You’re going to have to join the other fifty women lined up around my apartment block everyday,” Skye says flatly.“No—no, it’s nothing like that,” Addison rushes to explain. “It’s just… there’s a gala I have to attend next week. He knows, the company gala and Joshua will be there because he’s well, the M.D. I didn’t think about it until my friend, um, my coworker, he said something. And it’s just—we’re supposed to bring a plus one, and if I show up by myself, I think it would be—”“I’m coming anyway,” Javan says with a tiny shrug, cutting her off.Addison blinks at him. “What?”“I said I’ll come.” Javan replies before adding it as an afterthought. “And I can be your date.” “Oh,” Addison says. “Okay. Um, cool.”The guy sitting next to Addison shoots
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 13: once a cheater, always a cheater . *JOSHUA ROSWELL* They’d moved to a private table, the number of drinks they’d consumed increasing as the night went on.“Listen,” Joshua found himself leaning across the table as he tried to explain. “You don’t know Addison. I don’t know why she’s with my Dad but let’s face it, she probably just wants his money.”“Why did she dump you then? Don’t you have the money that you implied that she wants too ?.” Rylie, the girl who was dancing with him earlier replied, the smile on her face growing wider at Joshua’s indignation.“Oh, you know what?” Joshua struggled to climb out of his seat, Rylie rushing to help steady his feet. “Screw you, okay? Just because it’s not important to you, doesn’t mean it’s not important to me, I’m trying to watch out for my dad, I’m not jealous or anything-”“Joshua, hey, Joshua, calm down,” Rylie grabbed his arms to stop his tirade. “You’re drunk.“So are you,” Joshua bit back b
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 14: karma doesn’t know anybody.Joshua sniffled, something tickling his nose. Instinctively, he brushed it away, his hand touching soft hair. He smiled, eyes still closed as he leaned in closer, inhaling the soft scent of vanilla and crisp green apples. Who was she? The slight sting across the back of his shoulders, coupled with the satisfied ache in his thighs, implied that - whoever she was - it was a great night.Sliding his arm around her tiny waist, he pulled her closer to his body, cock nestled against a warm, round ass. His head ached, but not unbearably so, as he allowed himself to drift back to sleep, the girl curled up in front of him.When he woke up again, she’d moved, rolling onto her belly, face turned away. Her breaths were even, and Joshua smiled, slipping out of bed to let her sleep while he washed up. Standing in the bathroom, he inspected the red marks across his neck, turning around and looking over his shoulder to s