All Chapters of The Other Father (Steamy Short Story Collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {01}

My mother invited our neighbor, Paul Macaulay, to dinner.I watch him eat his meal, a tight smile fixed on his face as he avoids my gaze, just like he always does.He’s wearing a fine pin-striped suit, but his hair is still messy, rough in that way I’ve come to know. I subtly admire the light stubble on his face, a mix of brown and grey that catches the light.He’s handsome as always, acting completely normal, keeping up the charade even though he was inside me right before he came here. His lips are still swollen from our kiss, his hair barely in place, and if I look closely, I can still see the faint smudge of my lipstick on his collar—left there in our rush, our desperation to be fast.My eyes drop to his fingers. He isn’t wearing his wedding ring, just like he promised. The sight suddenly makes me sick, and I down an entire glass of wine in one go."Be careful, Babe. You don’t want to get drunk," my boyfriend, Zayne, slowly urges me, his hand resting on my knee in a gesture that’s

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {02}

I hold my luggage, swallowing deeply as my mother chats about something that I don't pay attention to. We're heading for my sister's Vegas wedding,I suddenly regret having her invite Paul few days ago.The next one week was going to be tougher than I thought, he hasn't been responding to my messages since our last encounter three days ago.He's been genuinely busy, the book finally launched and he was away for a premier of one of his books that got a movie adaptation. He took an actress as his date. I should be next to him, not her but I know better.I roll my eyes at the irony just as Zayne pats my back gently and leads me through the front desk to get my boarding pass and check in. My heart drops when the woman at the table says the words that throws my family in panic."I'm sorry but Ms. Samson, you can't get on the plane," She starts citing issues with the system verifying me, my guts twist as my dad comes to desk."What do you mean? We all got our tickets online?""Yes, I did and

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {03}

He climbs up my body, his own breathing still uneven. He hovers over me, propped on his elbows, his dark eyes searching my face. I’m still floating, my limbs heavy, my mind pleasantly blank. The hum of the jet feels like a lullaby.He leans down and kisses me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips. It’s intimate, grounding.“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead.I manage a weak nod. “More than.”His smile is tender, but there’s a familiar heat still smoldering in his gaze. The tenderness is a brief reprieve; I know him too well to think we’re finished. He is a man who takes his time, who enjoys every stage of unraveling me.He shifts his weight, his hands moving to my hips. “Turn over,” he says, his voice a quiet command.The fog of my first release clears a little, replaced by a fresh spark of anticipation. I push myself up, my body still humming, and roll onto my stomach. The bed is cool against my flushed skin. I get onto my hands and knees, f

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {04}

The single, gritted-out word was a promise and a punctuation mark. Two. The sound of it, heavy with his satisfaction, seemed to hang in the air of the private cabin, thicker than the jet’s own hum.He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside me, a solid, unmoving anchor as the last tremors of my second climax finally subsided. My forehead rested on the cool leather of the seat, my entire body lax and humming, held up only by the cage of his arms and the relentless press of him within me. I was utterly spent, a vessel filled and overflowing. I thought, dimly, that we might be finished. That the storm had passed.I was wrong.With a low grunt, he withdrew. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold void where there had been heat and fullness. A weak sound of protest escaped my lips.A dark chuckle was his only reply. His hands, large and inescapable, gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh. He didn’t let me collapse. Instead, he lifted me.It was effortless. The sheer phys

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {05}

When the flight lands in Vegas, I'm completely tired, my bones are aching and I could barely move. He lifts me up after helping me change in a knitted turtle neck dress and a jacket. I cling to him, breathing in his scent as the crew members gives us a knowing look.I know that sooner or later, we'd have to get it done with.I fall asleep at the back of the Bentley that drives us to where my parents are, he's more active than me and it makes me extremely jealous especially since he's the one that did this to me.My thighs are burning and sore, vision blurry but I can feel myself getting carried and I can hear my ringtone that comes to a stop.The next morning, I get up with a stretch. My eyes widen when I see a large frame of our wedding photo at the center of a room I recognize well. It's the room we had our wedding night in, the same hotel he took my virginity. He didn't take me to my parents.I hear footsteps approaching, then he appears from the doors with two coffee mugs in han

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

Secretly Married To My Neighbor {06}

"How could you do this, Penny?" My mother hisses through her sobs, the sound raw and broken, each gasp like a physical blow. Gayle stands beside her, aggressively wiping at her own face, her movements sharp with anger and disbelief. Carlos holds her from behind, his grip tight as if he’s the only thing keeping her upright. My father lies in a coma. Zayne’s legs are shattered. The doctors say it will take a miracle for him to ever walk again. All because of a crash on the way back from the airport, a stupid accident that shouldn’t have happened. I’ve never felt more horrible in my life, a hollow, nauseous pit where my heart should be.Paul is driving us to the hotel, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his face a mask of stern concentration as he talks low and fast into his phone. He’s arranging everything—doctors, private rooms for my mother and sister to stay overnight, specialists flying in. The efficiency of it should be comforting, but it just makes me feel worse. I am paral

Last Updated : 2025-12-17

Secretly Married To My Neighbour {07}

He looks rougher than I’ve ever seen him. The sharp, polished edges are gone, replaced by a raw, unshaven scruff and shadows under his bloodshot eyes. The refusal to sign the papers in Vegas, the no-show at the hearing—I met his stubbornness with silence. I cut all contact. My father is still a silent figure in a hospital bed. Zayne is awake, trapped in a body that doesn’t obey him, and I owe him my presence. That’s the debt I’m paying.It’s been almost a month. Gayle called off her wedding to Carlos. She said the accident made her see clearly—she never loved him. Maybe the crash gave us all a brutal sort of clarity. I don’t know. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit, as Paul steps back to let me into the penthouse.The space is a ghost of itself. Everything is packed into cardboard boxes, taped shut and labeled. The furniture is still here, but it feels empty, waiting. The only thing that isn’t packed, the only thing hanging on the vast living room wall, is our wedd

Last Updated : 2025-12-18

Bonus Story: Fixing Up My Neglectful Husband {01}

I haven’t seen my husband in months.I shove things into the hospital bag—sweatpants, a clean t-shirt, his toothbrush—his text was specific. I kiss the kids goodbye in a rush, their little faces blurry in my hurry, and leave them with the sitter.Our sex life had turned into a desert. Dry, empty, a chore neither of us wanted to do. I’m the one who finally said the word: separation. Because sex does matter. Anyone who says it doesn’t is lying or lucky. Since our third baby, Anna, the passion didn’t just fade; it packed its bags and left without a forwarding address. It’s been three months of silence between us, broken only by him showing up to take the kids to the park so I could have a few hours to remember who I was. I was starting to accept the idea of a life without that kind of touch. I’d even joined a ‘holy and wholesome living’ group at church. I wasn’t going to masturbate. The thought felt sad and desperate, a poor imitation of the real thing. I’m not cheating. I know he isn’

Last Updated : 2025-12-18

Bonus Story: Fixing Up My Neglectful Husband {02}

He does. He kisses me again, and this time it’s a promise. We keep kissing as our hands begin to move, fumbling with buttons and zippers. My fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders. He makes a low sound of approval as I run my palms over his chest, marveling at the feel of him. He’s still so fit, so solid. Time has been good to him, adding a layer of authority to his handsomeness that only makes my stomach flutter more.He helps me out of my cardigan, then his hands go to the simple wrap dress I’m wearing. He finds the tie at my waist and undoes it with a gentle tug. The dress falls open. He pushes it off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. Then, his fingers hook into the sides of my plain cotton underwear. He looks into my eyes, a question in his, and at my slight nod, he draws them down my legs. I step out of them, standing bare before him in the cool, clinical air of his office."You’re so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick. H

Last Updated : 2025-12-18

My Best Friend's Father Is My Second Chance Mate {001}

Madeline's Pov I’ve always had a crush on my friend’s father. That sounds crazy. Like something you’d whisper to your diary, terrified someone might hear. But it’s true. I’m twenty-one, a junior in college. He’s forty-seven. I’ve known him my entire life. After my parents died and I moved in with my aunt, he stepped in. He was the one who showed up to my middle school science fair when my aunt had to work. He taught me how to drive a stick shift in an empty parking lot on a rainy Sunday. He’s been a steady, solid presence. A father figure. But by the time I was thirteen, having playdates with his daughter Jane, I wasn’t writing about boys my age in my notebook. I was writing love letters to him. Fantasies about a future where I was older, wiser, and finally worthy of his attention. As I got older, the fantasies didn’t fade. They got sharper. More intimate. More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as some

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

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