Falling For My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

“One year and my contract will be expired and I’ll get my payout f*e and I’ll be out of his life. Possibly out of the company. I’d make some sort of excuse about some divorce and I would leave his life and he would go.” She sighed. “Your father and I fell in love on day one. But it was something that I knew he would help me with due to the nature of the situation I was in at the time. I needed someone to love, your father was there. The love I had for your father was born out of the act of me falling out of love with my ex and breaking up with him that night. That was when I met your father in a bar. He wasn’t looking for anybody to love anyway. It turns out that he was out of a bad relation

At first, she dismisses them as a joke, but when those around her start getting hurt, she realizes the danger is all too real. ——————— Brian and Ava are back with another season of "Falling For My Dad's Best Friend" I hope you are just as excited as I am. Drop a thumbs up if you agree. Thanks for being here.

“Some days better than others.” He nodded slowly. “What does Kristoff have on you?” My throat tightened. Saying his name still made my stomach churn. “He’s my ex,” I began. “We dated years ago. I ended things. He couldn’t accept it.” I laughed bitterly. “When I fell in love with Alex, something in him snapped.” Matt turned to me sharply. “Wait. You mean all of this…framing you, prison, threats…it’s because you wouldn’t be his side chick?”

Is she doing this to get back at her? Natalie met people standing in her parent's shop with their faces sour as she got home. Natalie stopped in her tracks, her eyes moving from one person to the other, tears dripping down her cheeks as the reality that she just lost her mom sank into her head. Has my trust in love really cost me everything?

A standalone novel from the Daddy Series. 🌶🌶 If you enjoyed my book Falling For My Ex's Dad, then you would love this even more. Forbidden love. Love triangles. Passion. Obsession. And a dangerous addiction that threatens to consume them both. Kiara's POV "Shots! Shots! Shots!" Lisa slammed three glasses on our table, tequila sloshing over the rims. "I don't think..." "Don't think!" Amy shoved another glass into my hand. "Tonight is about NOT thinking, remember?"

But he remained stoic, not bothering to listen to me anymore. “I’m so sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to hurt you... I was wrong... You’re right, Dad. Maybe I’m just doing this for my own good. Because I want to. Maybe I’m just using you as an excuse... I’m sorry.” He look at me, trying to remain calm before his expression finally gave in. He touch my shoulder, looking at me with pity in his eyes. “What would I do, Dad? I’ve fallen in love with the man who gave me this deal... I already love him... And I don’t know why to do anymore if ever that this situation ends... I can’t bear to lose him,” I cried.

Dad would talk about his whole day of his work, mom would talk about her regular kinds of stuff and I would talk about how my martial arts classes, piano lessons, and academic classes are going on. “So, will you tell us about it? Or should we force you to? As we all know that you weren’t at school today, now explain it to us! Where had you been?” My mom started. My dad stared at my face with anticipation of an answer. “Okay! You don’t have to look at me with that suspicious look. I haven’t been to something dangerous or something bad place. Actually, I did some good deed today,” I said and smiled. And then, I started to explain everything that happened. It started from how I was about to mis

I pulled my hands from his, stepping back until I hit the wall. "You can't just say you love me and expect everything to be fixed." "I'm not trying to fix anything. I'm telling you the truth." "Truth? Now you want truth?" I laughed bitterly. "Falling for you wasn't part of any plan. It was the one thing I couldn't control." My phone buzzed again. The reporter. My father. Our lives imploding tomorrow. "This is such a mess." I slid down the wall.

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

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.