All Chapters of Claimed By A Father And Son: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Fuck. I had asked too many questions. I knew I had asked too many questions because Adrian had gone completely silent, and unfortunately, silence gave me enough time to hear every single ridiculous thing that had just flown out of my mouth. I slowly turned back toward the windshield and cleared my throat. “Before you say anything, I would like it officially noted that the last question was included accidentally.” “Which one?” “You know which one.” “I’m afraid I don’t.” I looked at him and immediately caught the amusement sitting at the corner of his mouth. “You absolutely do.” “Was it the question about whether Sarah still loves me?” “No.” “Whether she wants me back?” “No.” “Whether I want her back?” “No.” His mouth curved. “Then perhaps you mean the one where you asked if she was beautiful.” “I specifically said not to answer that.” “You did.” “Which means the question technically no longer exists.” “That isn’t how questions work.” “It is how mine work.” “Interes

“Because I’m going to take you home and fuck this attitude out of you.” For approximately three full seconds, I forgot I was crying. I forgot about Sarah. I forgot about the garden, the eight years of marriage, the extra forty-minute commute, and every other piece of information that had been slowly stabbing me in the chest for the last twenty minutes. I just stared at Adrian. “You’re going to do what?” “You heard me.” “Oh, I heard you. I am simply giving you an opportunity to reconsider the absolute bullshit that just came out of your mouth.” “I don’t need one.” My mouth fell open. This fucking man. “So that is your solution? I’m upset, therefore you’re going to take me home and fuck me until I magically forget that you spent eight years deeply in love with another woman?” “No.” “That is literally what you just said!” “I said I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you. I didn’t say I was going to fuck your feelings out of you.” I stared at him. “What the

I was still shaking when he stood up. My legs were open. My underwear was still shoved to the side. I could feel how wet my face was from crying a little and how wet everything else was from him. I should have closed my knees. I should have sat up and slapped him. I should have remembered Sarah’s name. I did none of that. Adrian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me like I had just proven his point. He brought his dick out. I watched. Of course I watched. My brain was still trying to hold a grudge and my body was already taking notes. “Adrian. I am serious.” “I know.”. “That’s why this is going to feel so fucking good.” “Do not..” He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My ass almost slid off. He lined himself up against me and I felt it. The head of him pressed right where I was already soaked and I knew, immediately, that I was about to make another bad decision with my legs open. “Adrian.” “What.” “Do not.” He pushed in anyway.

“Your daughter is older than me.”Adrian continued buttoning his shirt, and the fact that he was acting like he had just told me something completely normal made me want to throw the nearest object at his head.“I know how old my daughter is, Elena.”“That is not what I said. Your daughter is older than me, and somehow you never thought that was something I should know before I ended up naked in your bed.”He looked at me then, and I could already see that calm expression coming over his face. I hated that expression because Adrian only wore it when he thought I was overreacting, and I was not overreacting. I was eighteen years old, his daughter was twenty-two, and I had discovered her existence because she was currently standing outside his bedroom calling him Dad while I was still trying to find where my underwear had gone.“I was going to tell you about Amelia,” he said.I stared at him for a few seconds because there were so many things wrong with that sentence that I did not even

“You have been home for almost fifteen minutes,” she said. “I have knocked about six times, and you are standing here saying hi sweetheart like you did not hear me.”“I heard you.”“Clearly.”Adrian rested one hand on the doorframe, blocking most of the room.I stared at his back.Oh, he was actually trying to hide me.The bastard really thought his shoulders were going to solve this problem.Amelia looked at him for another second before her eyes narrowed.“Why are you standing like that?”“I am standing normally.”“No, you are not.”I pressed my lips together because I already liked her.Adrian had been right.This was going to be a problem.“You came here because you needed something,” he said.“I did.”“Then tell me what it is.”Amelia did not answer.Her eyes moved past him.Straight toward me.I stopped breathing for one second.Adrian noticed and shifted slightly.That only made it worse.Amelia’s eyebrows lifted.“Dad.”“What?”“There is someone behind you.”I looked at Adrian