Are You My Dad Book Novels & Stories

"Here she is, the one I brought. See? Looks just like the photo, doesn't she?" Billy tilted my chin and compared my face to the photo. "Huh… They really are identical." I stared at the photo and felt a cold certainty. Dad wasn't looking for his long-lost mistress—he was looking for me. That photo was of me from five years ago. "Billy, it's me! I—" I screamed, pouring all my strength into my voice, hoping he would recognize me. A tight slap landed across my face. "Quiet! This isn't your place to speak! And how do you know my name?"

My fingers were still sticky with the evidence of my impatience, and I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of either one of them walking in on me like this. I tied my robe hastily, not caring how disheveled I looked. My mind raced with possibilities—Adrien’s smirk, his sharp eyes trailing down my body, or Aries’ brooding presence as he took over the room without saying a word. But when I yanked the door open, the air felt like it had been sucked out of my lungs. “Dad?” He stood there with a practiced smile, his dark suit crisp and his hair slicked back like he was fresh from some corporate meeting. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. My father? Here? After all these months?

A month passed, and Dad had put on a little weight. Christmas was three days away. I walked into the pigpen and crouched down in front of Dad. Dad curled up on the straw, his haggard face completely stripped of the handsomeness he once had. He opened his eyes slightly, then shut them in disgust when he realized it was me. "Get away from me, you little bastard!" I took in every detail of his face, unwilling to look away. I whispered, "Dad, Christmas is coming. You'll be reunited with your family soon. Are you happy?"

With the village chief's help, she agreed and asked that only she leave, not her entire aunt's family, and reluctantly left her baby with her aunt. "My dear, how are you? Mama misses you so much! You know? Mama has met your Daddy... but... he's still with that woman! Forgive Mama, maybe you'll never get to know that scoundrel! But don't worry, Mama will introduce you to your new potential Daddy… actually, he's… hmm… your biological grandfather. Mama just found out! His name is Aaron Daryl Anderson. You’ll definitely like him! He’s kind to Mama and warm-hearted. He loves Mama just the way she is! He’ll definitely love you too!" Alycia took a deep breath before continuing.

I set my mug down, and pressed both palms flat against the cold counter and just stood there. My phone buzzed, it was a text from Chloe. I can't believe my dad came out before you. Where are you?! I picked up my bag keys, walked to the front door and I thought about the dream, the pool, the way he'd pressed his thumb against my pulse point last night. I stepped outside into the warm morning air, and Chloe was already pulling up at the curb, waving at me through the window. I fixed my face into something normal and walked to the car.

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.

“That’s a good boy. You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” I paused, did I hear correctly? I turned back to his study and opened the door; the scene that was waiting behind that door made my mouth slack with shock. My Dad was leaning against his mahogany table and a man was crouched in front him, his dick in his mouth. A man! Is my Dad……gay? I must have made a sound because they jolted apart, my Dad trying to adjust himself. Wait….is that Finn? My boyfriend?

Sienna Dad’s eyes landed on me, flicking briefly between Alexander and me before drifting to the file in my hands. His lips parted. “You brought it, Princess,” he exclaimed. “Evie reminded you, didn’t she?” As soon as I saw my dad, I swallowed the curses threatening to spill. My anger hadn’t lessened, but I knew better than to let it loose here. “Yeah, Mom forced me to come instead of coming herself. She’s busy with some new book,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and handing him the file. “Here. I’ll leave now.”

she winked at me but I hesitated to share her enthusiasm with her. How could I be happy that my best friend's dad, who slept with me and then brushed me off like I was nothing, was now my boss? Worse was, I couldn’t let myself get upset or fidgety because it was my secret. Absolutely no one could know what happened between me and Sebastian. “Yeah. More advantages for me” I fake cheered and my mum opened the door to leave but remained in the doorway. “Your breakfast is on the dining table. You should eat before you leave” she told me and I gave her a thumbs up.

"You and Avi are both blessings in disguise. We've adored you. So, when your father discovered your true personality through his research, he decided to relocate you to Samaria, where the Tribians could not touch you." "Mama, Avi is a weaver. P-but you didn't mention that I'm a vessel destined to die at the hands of a Santi to stop the blacks, aside from being able to heal my own and other people's wounds." My dad shook his head unsurely. He stood up and began digging through a trunk in the far corner. When he returned, he had a tiny book in his hand, bound in black leather with gold lettering. It was worn out. "What is it, Dad?"