All Chapters of Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I shoved through the heavy glass doors, bursting out onto the secluded stone balcony. My breath came in hard, ragged gasps. The pounding of my own heart drowned out the distant music of the gala. Below me, the manicured gardens stretched into the darkness, but my blurred vision saw nothing. Damian. On his knee. With her. I gripped the iron railing so hard my nails bit into the cold metal. Five years. I had given that monster five years of my life. I had ruined my health working double shifts to fund his lifestyle, only for him to clear out my bank account, throw me into an alley, and call me a fat, worthless convenience. I hated him. God, I hated him so much it choked me. But worse than that, I hated the fact that his betrayal still had the power to make me flee like a coward. I hated the way he still controlled me, the way I cared despite everything. And deep down, I hated myself for staying. My shoulders shook as a single, angry tear escaped my eye. “Do you always run away whe

I slipped out of his hold, careful not to make a sound. My dress hung on the back of the chair, rumpled and impossibly wrinkled from the wild events of the night. I winced as I slid the fabric back over my bare skin. Every slide of the silk brushed against the places he’d kissed, touched, and completely claimed. The library was quiet now, sunlight cutting through the high windows in thin beams. I glanced back at him, sprawled on the leather couch, still asleep. His crisp white shirt was discarded on the floor, and the blanket I’d haphazardly thrown over him barely covered his broad, sculpted chest. God, what had I done? My stomach twisted with shame. Did I just sleep with a stranger? I should regret last night. I should feel guilty. I should feel dirty. But the truth? I didn’t. I slipped my shoes on and crept toward the door, biting back the ridiculous urge to wake him, to say something, to touch his sharp jawline, to say something—anything—before I left. But I forced myself

The coffee in front of me had gone entirely cold. A thin, dark film had formed over the surface, mirroring the bleakness tightening in my gut. Not that I’d had a single chance to drink it. We had broken away from my mother’s office before she could return, Adrian silently steering me by the small of my back out to his sleek, tinted luxury vehicle and driving us to a secluded high-end cafe just blocks away from the campus. He had ordered for us, but the porcelain cup remained untouched. My hands were shaking far too violently to lift it without spilling. Adrian sat across from me, his face a stone wall, unreadable. I felt utterly exposed, stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with the lack of clothing from earlier. Every ugly confession that had just ripped from my throat sounded pathetic and ridiculous to my own ears. Every manipulation I’d swallowed. Every piece of my dignity I’d surrendered. Every single time I had let Damian look at my body with disgust, call me worth

Adrian led me through the grand doorway, his hand still on mine. We walked into the dining room, a space so elegant it felt sterile. He sat at the head of the table, gesturing for me to sit beside him. I took the chair to his right, ignoring the twin glares burning into me from Damian and Lucia as they followed us inside. Adrian leaned down close to me, his breath warm against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I turned my head slightly, biting back a triumphant grin. “Better than okay. The look on his face was worth every single hour it took to get ready.” From across the table, I knew exactly what this looked like to them. Adrian’s head was tilted close to mine, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my earlobe as he whispered. To Damian, it probably looked like his father was practically devouring me right there in the open. Adrian cleared his throat, slowly shifting his eyes back to his son, instantly shattering the th