Falling For My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

A dangerous opportunity wrapped in the suit of a man who could ruin lives with a single phone call. He leaned down slightly, one hand resting on the edge of the bed. Not touching me, but close enough that the air between us felt charged. His clean, expensive scent like cedarwood and mint wrapped around me. It felt like he was measuring every flicker of hesitation in my eyes. Then his voice dropped. “Don’t you want to crush your ex-husband?” The worst part wasn’t that he offered revenge. It was that I hated how quickly my mind stopped fighting the idea.

I hurt you and I hurt Lucas, which is what I never planned for. I need you to know that I never approached your father because of you. When I first fell for Lucas, I didn't know he was your father. I had just crashed into his car, and he came out to give me an earful. It was amazing because despite how much he spoke, I just kept staring at him, and I fell for him right at that instance. That's the truth.

I was not about to feel her wrath. I stepped into a stairwell and pulled out my phone. I dialed my dad and sat down on the step. As soon as I heard my dad's voice I just broke down, and lost it. I told him about the last few weeks and how I really blew it. He knew how much I cared for Fletcher, but I don't think even I realized how hard I had fallen for him.

I was beginning to think there was no hope. “What about putting the moves on her?” He suddenly offered with a raise of his brows, making me cringe, while trying not to laugh as he continued. “Distract her with the love and moves tht made her fall for you?” Why would my own father even suggest that to me? Little did my father know there was no love and moves that had made Presley fall for me. She didn’t fall for me, she was my friend and nothing more. “I don’t think that would work either, and I would feel wrong doing that to make her forgive me.”

My thighs clenched without permission. Then I slapped myself. Hard. "Pull it together, Gaia. He's your ex's dad. A literal mafia boss. Just a one-night mistake you grabbed at a bar while drunk and pissed. And worst of all? He tried to buy you." I dropped onto the bed, muttering like a lunatic, trying to snap out of it. So I bailed on the deal. Whatever. We don't even live in the same universe. Yeah. That's it. I shook it off, ditched my coat, and headed for the shower.

But she doesn’t look uncomfortable, just keeping our conversation between us. “I’m assuming that the grumpiness means he’s on the mend then. I’m glad you have support to care for him. If you don’t mind sharing, what happened?” I lean closer to her, enjoying the way our scents mingle softly between us. “It’s not too personal. My Dad was on a call to check an abandoned building and the floor he was on collapsed and he fell through.” She says and takes a sip of her sparkling water. Her face might be schooled to a neutral expression but I’m starting to see her eyes give her emotions away – if you are paying close attention.

I demanded. “Rye as the main chic and I’ll be side chick?” I burst out laughing at how pathetic the situation was. “I am so disappointed in myself, because the truth is that I actually fell for this crap, I actually thought you cared and that were capable of loving someone, anyone.” “I believed my father when he introduced me to you, boy, is he rolling in his grave right now knowing that you were messing with one and rolling in the sheets with the other!” I fumed.

[Easy, easy, easy! [Lose your temper and you lose! He thinks he's a tycoon now, and you two are acting like fishwives, beneath his station. Divorcing him is the right move!] The comments were right. If I didn't stop her, Mom would just sob and scream accusations, then declare out of pride that we didn't want a single cent. I pinched her, hard. The pain brought tears to her eyes instantly. Perfect. A beautiful woman in tears. That was exactly how Dad fell for her, all those years ago.

That one sentence told him everything, she had heard what he said. Damian watched them carefully, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. Then he stepped in between them, his voice calm but edged with steel. “I don’t care what history you two have. But under my roof, there will be no shouting, no disrespect.” Marco looked his father in the eye, his voice laced with disbelief. “You knew she was my ex-fiancée.” Damian paused. His gaze shifted to Aria. For the first time, his smile faded. His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. The look he gave her was piercing, almost accusing.

I bet my mom knows something too. Lucian kept going, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Mom still hooks up with him sometimes. I heard them. I always begged you not to make me go to her place, but you never listened." His small body started shaking. "I wanted to be a distant family or something... but not with her. Not with him. The man who almost broke my neck yesterday... he is not my father." He looked up at me, eyes red and desperate. "I always wanted you as my real dad. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared you'd stop loving me."