Ex Boyfriend's Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Why did you choose an old man like my father? He’s a cold man, Elara. He sees women as assets or trophies. You have such potential... you should be beside a man who appreciates your fire, not one who just adds you to a collection." "Your father appreciates me more than you ever have anyone, Adrian," I snapped. "Is that so?" Adrian reached across the table and caught my hand. I wanted to recoil, but I forced myself to remain still, refusing to show weakness. "My father is possessive, but he never truly gives his heart. You’re just a tool for him to destroy me. Why don't we work together? I can give you what he can’t." In that exact moment, a massive dark shadow loomed over our table. A famil

"No matter what she does, she's always putting on an act in your eyes, huh?" Elena's expression shifted too, and she immediately chimed in to play the peacemaker. "Calm down, Zoey. You're emotional right now, so you might be exaggerating. If your father's ex-wife is genuinely having a hard time, I'm more than happy to help out financially. There's no need to kick up such a huge fuss." I didn't spare her so much as a glance. At this point, she was still implying that Mom was still alive and that she was just using this opportunity to cling to Ian.

I admit, I look a bit too made up for a casual Christmas dinner with my best friend and her dad. Still, that doesn’t kill my excitement. I tried to worry less about her dad as she did my makeup, but the moment we left her room and met with him in the foyer… The sparks returned. My thighs trembled and I chewed on my inner cheek. His eyes scanned my body, and I felt hotter and hotter. When his eyes met mine, they were dark and filled with a lust I recognized. “You look beautiful,” he said, in his ridiculously sexy voice that had my knees turning to mush. “Both of you,” he added as if it was an afterthought.

I want him to stretch that huge body the full length of mine, and take me, just take me like he did last night, like he did this morning. My gaze focuses on his lips now, those lips that know my most intimate places and parts. God, the man can kiss, he kisses like the devil himself – and suddenly, I know that I’ll sell her soul right here and right now for a kiss from Daddy. Just one. What would one hurt? No, no, no. We still have work to do, and there are staff right outside the library door. No. “Baby girl,” he murmurs now, his voice lower than usual. “You’re staring at me. What are you thinking?”

Any company that secured a contract through him could easily generate billions in annual revenue. Dad's domestic assets were only part of his empire. Abroad, he also held extensive stakes in the oil, real estate, and new energy sectors. If Mabel were truly Dad's biological daughter, there was no way she wouldn't recognize Matthew. If anything, this only proved that she was the impostor. "No, that's not it!" she screamed. "Officer, did you hear that? They hired this man to act as my dad's secretary just to deceive everyone! Arrest him immediately—now!"

"Glad you could make it." Dad. The word hit me like a physical blow. Dad? Alexander Sterling was James's father? No. No no no no no. This couldn't be happening. This was—this was— My vision swam. The room tilted. I'd slept with James's father. I'd slept with my ex-boyfriend's father. The man I'd spent one perfect night with—the man who'd made me feel safe and valued and alive—was the father of the man who'd cheated on me.

Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swear I saw a spark in those murky orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I really saw anything. I watched him run his tongue over his reddish, luring lips while his eyes ran down my body, making my insides burn with a sudden fire I had never felt before...and then, he spoke... "Nice to meet you kitten" His deep, musky, manly, Spanish accent voice traveled through my veins, whacking a nerve. And from that moment on, I knew it was over for my heart. From that moment I knew I was in love with MY DAD'S FRIEND...but I was STRAIGHT!! What the heck! To be Continued...!

Yeah, because I'd ended the year with Ezra's cock buried deep in my ass, his hands bruising my hips as he pounded me deep into depths of eternal damnation. The memory hit hard—his grunts in my ear, the slap of his balls against my skin, the hot rush of his load painting my back. I'd licked it off my fingers later, tasting him while he watched, eyes dark with possession. But Dad couldn't know. No one could. "Nothing, Dad. Just happy the year's over. Fresh start, you know? No more bullshit from last month’s deadlines." He chuckled, standing to clap me on the shoulder, oblivious to the flush creeping up my neck. "That's my girl. Resilient as ever. Tom's tough, but you? You're steel. Now, help m

"Sit. Tell me about your day." "Work was work. Nothing exciting." Dad's eyes crinkled at the corners. "That's good. Boring is better than drama." "How about you? Are you feeling better?" I handed him the bakery box, which he accepted with exaggerated reverence. "Much better. Doc says I'm healing right on schedule." He peeked inside the box, his face lighting up. "You're my favorite daughter." "I'm your only daughter." "Still counts." He winked, then his expression turned sly. "So how's that boyfriend of yours? Alexander?"

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.