Romans & histoires Falling For My Ex's Dad

"Dad? What did he do?" "He dated me for deals only and he took my V card and left me after that" What?! "No way" I said disbelief and she nodded "Well we went through a lot of processes and he changed. Sometimes people need process" She smiled "Dad was like that? Geez, I can't believe I have a dad who acted like my ex-boyfriend" I hissed and my mom chuckled "Sometimes we need to throw them from the highest cliff to make them realize that they're wrong and they just threw away us the most precious jewels"

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.

I only had the patience to wait until he was done so I could eat it. "I don't like anyone these days," I muttered, turning another page I wasn't reading. Dad's eyes softened. He probably thought my mood was because of my asshole of an ex-mate, Ryan. If only he knew the truth. That I wasn't mad at Jaxon because of the past—but because he'd refused to give me what I wanted. Because he wouldn't fuck me. Admitting that would give Dad a heart attack. "You know, before I met your mom, I went through some terrible relationships," Dad began, still focused on the grill. "I was at my lowest. Met the wrong women, even fell in love with some, and it made me hate everyone—even your mom at first."

he continued gently, “you don’t have to tie yourself down with work. Listen to Eve—take a break from those two, maybe go on a vacation and find someone new. But keep this in mind, honey: don’t go falling head over heels for the next guy you meet; let him fall first.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to my dad, his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was as if he could see right through my struggles, urging me to embrace life beyond the burdens I carried. I felt a mix of gratitude and heartache, knowing he only wanted the best for me while grappling with his own past. His concern and wisdom resonated deeply, reminding me that I deserved happiness and the freedom to discov

I got to the hospital feeling so happy and when I entered my father’s ward, my mom was not in and I got told she stepped out. I sat close to my father, “Father can I tell you a secret?” I assumed he said yes to me, “Well father, I will be seeing more of my ex-wife, can you believe that? I just need to try harder and we will get back together and be happy forever.” I let out a genuine smile holding my father’s hand.

I suddenly recalled when he carried me on his back when I was a kid, saying that he would always be my support. His back was straight at the time. A year passed. There was an accident at the construction site. Dad wasn't involved in the accident, but he saw a worker fall from the scaffolding and die on the spot with his own eyes. After Dad came home, his entire personality changed. He often muttered to himself, "Brandon, I let you down, but I know it's too late for regrets. I've already been punished... I deserve it..." It turned out, Dad was supposed to work where the guy who fell down worked that day. They had switched tasks at the last minute.

, he boomed. "Don't order me about it", I said. "What happened?", he asked me his eyes no more Raging. "Why am I so unloved? First it was my father then you", I said almost breaking down. "That is not True", he said softening up. "I don't need your pity love", I said. "I don't pity you", he said. "It was a disaster ok? My father said he wants my ex to join back. He didn't even bother to ask my opinion", I said with a whimper.

I paused, a sudden wave of genuine emotion tightening my throat. "I still miss my father every single day, of course. But seeing my mom happy changed everything. Don't you want that for yourself? Why stay single for so long?" Eugene’s expression completely melted. The rigid, untouchable businessman disappeared, replaced by the warm, deeply reflective man I had known for years. He looked at the sandwich in his hands, then up at me with a depth that made my heart ache.

“Son.” Holy cow! Is this what cardiac arrest feels like? I stared at them both, frozen. My lungs shut down. My body wouldn’t move. My ex. His son. My client…unarguably the most possessive man in the world, the one I might just be falling for, turns out to be my ex’s father?!

“And if we are going to do something right….. then one of us will have to let go.” I shifted, trying to digest her words, feeling the weight of them press against my chest. I was about to try another way to convince her, maybe a softer approach this time, something that wouldn’t trigger her temper. Then it happened. The doors at the end of the hall swung open. The whispers died instantly. And there he was……my father. Richard Stroke. The very man I never wished to see again in my entire life. My chest tightened, my stomach churned, and for a moment, I felt frozen in place. Every memory I had tried to bury came rushing back