Novel & Cerita Falling For My Ex's Dad

Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father . Chapter 13: once a cheater, always a cheater . *JOSHUA ROSWELL* They’d moved to a private table, the number of drinks they’d consumed increasing as the night went on. “Listen,” Joshua found himself leaning across the table as he tried to explain. “You don’t know Addison. I don’t know why she’s with my Dad but let’s face it, she probably just wants his money.” “Why did she dump you then? Don’t you have the money that you implied that she wants too ?.” Rylie, the girl who was dancing with him earlier replied, the smile on her face growing wider at Joshua’s indignation.

Her hand was resting lightly on the curve of her stomach, where the true, biological heir to the Hartley monopoly was growing. Walking securely at her side was my father, his massive, broad-shouldered frame radiating a deep, protective alpha dominance as his large hand closed possessively around her waist. "No..." I gasped out, a raw, ragged sob tearing from my throat as I dropped the electronic slate onto the stone floor, the glass screen cracking into a web of fractals. "No, this can't be happening... Father, please..." I fell to my knees against the iron bars, my fingers clawing desperately at the cold metal as tears of pure humiliation rolled down my cheeks.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

He said, then stood up from the floor and packed his things and went up to his room. I sat there looking and feeling like a fool. I had finally slept with my dream crush but how will it even feel good if it was a mistake to him. I stood up from the floor and grabbed my clothes when my phone began to ring. I picked up my phone from the sofa to see that it was a call from my father. “What’s up dad?” “Honey! How’s everything going?” He asked with excitement. “Everything is going great daddy,” I replied, trying to mask my sadness.

“I can smell you getting wetter and wetter. Or are you saying it’s for my son?” I wanted to be a brat so badly and tell him no. The way he spoke to me… I just wanted him to spin me around and shove his shaft inside of me. “And what if it was?” I challenged back. He just smacked his teeth at me. “This isn’t right. You shouldn’t feel such things towards me. I am old enough to be your father. Hell, I watched you grow up.” His words stopped whatever inappropriate thoughts I had of him. He was right. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be attracted to my ex-boyfriend’s dad, a man who watched me grow up. It was gross—

There was a long stretch of silence as I wracked my brain on how I was to go about explaining to my ex-husband exactly why my father hated him. “I—it was years before we met,” I started, my voice small and my eyes unable to meet his intense gaze. “I was seven when Dad lost his business, everything he'd spent years building because of a failed investment,” I muttered, but his frown only deepened. “Seth Thompson, that scumbag, planned everything from the get-go,” Dad seethed, his gaze afar off as he thought back to what he'd been through. “He was my friend, someone I thought I could trust. He proposed some foreign deal to me; the way he painted it looked too good to be true, so naturally I was

“She needs you alive.” Her jaw tightened. “Just one hour. I’ll check critical emails.” “No.” “I’m not a child.” “And I’m not your keeper.” He stepped closer, voice low but steady. “I’m our daughter’s father. And she needs you breathing more than WolfeTech needs you strategizing.” The words landed heavier than a shout. Alex pushed herself upright, ignoring the swirl in her vision. Her fists tightened in the sheets. “I built that company.” “And I’m trying to keep you alive long enough to see our daughter.”

His typically composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a haunted look etched upon his face. His hands trembled, clutching a bunch of crumpled papers as if they were the weight of the world. The sight of her mother, usually the model of grace, standing nearby, her eyes brimming with fear, only intensified Melissa's unease. Drawing closer, Melissa's voice trembled as she asked her mother, "Mom, What happened?" Her mother's voice quivered as she explained, "Someone had delved into your father's past, unearthing the dark secrets he had paid a fortune to bury."

She said. “He has a son,” I reminded her in case she had forgotten. “It doesn't matter.” She said. “And the son is my ex.” I reminded her. “So?” I inhaled sharply. “I say, this man is falling for you.” A part of me wanted to believe her. “I don't know what to say. It may be true. But for now, I think he is trying to be nice.” I didn't know how to define our relationship yet, but it was more than an employee and employer relationship and, at the same time, more than friends.

I nodded quietly, avoiding his gaze. The truth was, every time he stood close to me, I remembered that day, the day I got the call about my father. The moment my whole world had collapsed. Joe had been the one driving me home that day, and when I broke down, he didn’t hesitate to hold me. I still remember how safe I had felt in his arms, even while crying uncontrollably. It was a strange comfort I had never experienced before. “She is really going to miss him,” Joe said again, his eyes still on Abigail and James.