All Chapters of My Boyfriend's Dad?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Laura Visiting day.The common room smelled like cheap coffee and too many bodies packed inside one space. Parents everywhere. Hugging. Crying. Handing over bags of snacks like it was a lifeline. I sat on the edge of a worn couch with Rick's arm thrown over my shoulder and tried to look like I belonged to someone.I did not.Rick was talking. He was always talking."My dad said he might swing by later but you know how he is. Busy. Empire to run and all that shit."I nodded like I cared. I did not care. I had never met his dad. Rick talked about him like he was a myth. The great Damon Hales. The emperor. Please.I pulled at a loose thread on my jeans. The thread kept getting longer. I kept pulling. It was something to do with my hands.My own parents were not coming. Mom texted this morning. "So sorry baby something came up." Something always came up. I was used to it. That did not mean it did not sting a little when I watched other girls cry into their mothers' shoulders.One girl ac

DamonI did not want to come today.Leo asked me three times. My assistant. Good man. Annoying as hell. He kept saying "it's visiting day sir, Rick will expect you." I told him Rick does not expect anything from me. That is the problem.But I came anyway.Because that is what fathers do. Even the ones who do not know how to be fathers.The drive was quiet. Just me and the engine. I like the quiet. It is the only time my head stops moving. The Bugatti hummed under me and the road blurred and I thought about nothing. That is a lie. I thought about the meeting I left early. The contract that was not signed. The call I needed to make at six.I did not think about Rick.That makes me sound cold. Maybe I am cold. His mother said that once. Right before she left. "You are a cold man, Damon. Rick deserves better." She was right about the cold part. Wrong about deserving better. He got me. That is what he got.The school showed up on the horizon. Brick buildings. Green grass. Kids everywhere.

LauraThe pizza was cold now. I was not eating anyway.Rick was on his phone again. He had been on it for the last twenty minutes. Something about a game. Something about bets. I stopped listening after the first five.Damon was still by the window.He had not moved much. Just stood there with his drink. Not drinking it. Just holding it. Looking out at the city like it owed him something.Every few seconds I looked at him. I could not help it.He was wearing a black sweater. Dark jeans. His hair was shining under the lights. Black. Smooth. Like he had just stepped out of a magazine. And his eyes. God. Those eyes. Dark piercing blue. They looked right through everything.I felt them on me sometimes. When Rick was not looking. When the room got quiet. He would glance at me. Just a glance. But it felt like a hand on my skin.I was losing my mind.Rick finally looked up from his phone. "I have to go."I blinked. "What.""Jake needs me. Something about the bet. I forgot I promised.""Now?"

LauraHe pushed inside me.That was not the right word for it. He did not push. He sank. Like he was coming home to a place he had never been but always knew.I felt everything. The stretch. The burn. The way my body had to learn him in a single second.He stopped. His forehead dropped to mine. His breath was ragged."Okay?" he asked.I could not speak. I nodded.He pulled back. Just a little. Then pushed again. Deeper this time.I gasped. My nails dug into his shoulders."Laura. Look at me."I opened my eyes. His face was right there. His dark blue eyes. His jaw tight. His lips parted."You are so tight," he said. "So perfect."He moved again. Slow. Deep. Every stroke hit something inside me I did not know existed.I moaned. Loud. I did not care who heard.His hand covered my mouth. Not hard. Just there."Rick is not home yet," he said. "But the neighbors are."I bit his palm. He laughed. A low dark sound."You are dangerous," he said."You have no idea."He started moving faster. Hi

**Damon's POV when Rick went to get the burger.Damon Rick said he was going to get food. Something about a burger. He asked if anyone wanted anything.I said no.Laura said she would go with him.He told her to stay.She looked at me. Just for a second. Then she said okay.Rick grabbed his keys and walked out.The door closed.And it was just us.I was in my chair. She was on the couch. The TV was on but neither of us was watching."You did not have to stay," I said."I know.""Rick will be gone for at least twenty minutes.""I know.""So you are choosing to be here. Alone. With me."She turned her head. Looked at me. "Yes."I leaned back in my chair. Ran my hand over my face."Laura. You are making this very difficult.""Making what difficult.""Being a decent person."She smiled. A small smile. "I do not think you are as decent as you pretend to be.""What is that supposed to mean.""It means you look at me like you want to eat me alive. And then you act like I am imagining it."I