Novel & Cerita I Slept With My Dad

I said to her and she left. "So what were you saying?" I turned back to my dad. "You had an affair?" "Y-yes, I-I had met her long ago, and we met recently, but I couldn't... You know what, I have no excuse, I'm just so stupid and idiotic to have cheated on your mom." I wasn't sure why he would do that. "Why?" They had seemed to have a great sex life, and they had no problem doing it anywhere, so why had dad gone to sleep with another woman outside?

“You can’t do this! That baby is mine. My dad can’t be the father—I was with you first. You must have taken time before sleeping with him!” I stared at him, at the boy who once made my world spin. He looked so lost now, so small in his fury. But he was wrong. “I slept with your father the same day you broke up with me, Vincent,” I said, voice firm. “Right after you spit me out, I fell right into his arms—and his bed.” His mouth fell open. He stared at me as if I had stabbed him. Maybe I had, and maybe he was forgetting he stabbed me first. I was just repaying the favor with interest.

"You remember that night at the Nebula Hotel? On the rooftop? I hinted so plainly." "And that time in the elevator. You stared at the mark on my neck and asked who left it." "I told you. It was your father. You thought I was just cursing you out." "Last night, when you made that huge scene? I told you I'd rather be your mother." "Every single word was the truth." "Look at that. I told you the truth so many times, and you never believed me once." "You think anyone else could push you this far and leave you with no way to fight back?"

“Unlike you! How can you live with yourself knowing you slept with your son's fiancée?!” If I wasn't already agitated beyond control, I would've thoroughly enjoyed the look of absolute shock that crossed the older man's face. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his words barely above whispers. “You slept with my girl!” I roared, swinging again. This time he caught my wrist, his grip like a vice. “How could you do this to me?! You know I love her, and you still went behind my back and fucked her?! What kind of father are you?!”

My heart dropped to my stomach. What the fuck did he mean dad? Cold sweat broke out on my forehead when we got directly in front of him, and my body trembled, no matter how I tried to keep still. Suddenly his hands were all over me again and he was ordering me to take every inch of his enormous cock. I stumbled back, darting my eyes everywhere but to those pairs of grey orbs that bore a hole into me. There’s no way in hell this was true. A few times, I had to pinch myself while praying to the heavens that this was the sort of nightmare I was stuck in.

Resting my elbows on my thighs, I hunched forward slightly. "I'm talking about the fact that you slept with that fucking bitch Freya." The moment I said that, my father spat out his drink. His eyes widened before he swallowed hard. "I'm so disgusted with you," I said. At this point, he didn't have to lie to me and tell me nothing had happened between them. It was pretty clear that Freya had been sleeping with my father. I just didn't understand why he had done it. "And then you were the one who helped her brother get out of the case." I groaned, watching him shake his head as if I were the one who was wrong.

I stated and took the bold steps of coming closer to Fred. Fred's expression went blank,he couldn't fathom what I just said. “What the heck are you saying?! Kate? Which father? I don't understand.” Fred asked, his brows squirming in confusion and I understand him. This kind of news takes longer to process. The girl he had been nurturing was sleeping with his father behind his back and he had stayed like a fool waiting for her to accept him and love him back. “Andrea has been sleeping with your father, Fred. He paid off her debts and demanded for Andrea to be his submissive. They were enjoying themselves and you know what? Andrea has been falling in love with him, not you.” I revealed with a

*“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.

I said and bowed my head. "She made a right choice," My dad said. "We can not divorce dad. I kinda took advantage of her. I got angry. And I slept with her," I said and that is when I feel my face is slammed to the other side, I looked up and saw my dad standing in front of me. My hand went to my cheek. My dad just punch me. He never did that

Let them say it. I am sleeping with my best friend's son. I started it deliberately, with full knowledge, without apology. Because the woman I used to call my best friend has been sleeping with my husband since before he became my husband. And the man I call my husband has spent six years using my money, my career, my reputation, and my silence as raw material for a life I was never supposed to survive with anything left. So yes. I am a sinner. But I did not arrive here by accident.