My Boyfriends Dad Novels & Stories

I kept walking, refusing to let my heels falter—even as my legs trembled inside. Not because I was scared. But because I couldn’t believe the past I’d buried had just walked straight into the most important night of my life. Damien Grey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. The man I ran away from. The man I gave myself to in a moment of emotional ruin… And the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn’t just someone’s second choice. Rafaella leaned in, whispering, “Do you know him? That man over there—the one who won’t stop staring?”

he said “okay then, I will send the address, see you later” I said and ended the call. Just immediately, I sent him the address. “so much has really happened, I never knew you were someone’s girlfriend” my dad said still staring at me. I paused for a moment, stared at my Dad and held his hand. “you see dad, I’ve always had the best Valentine with you so I don’t want you to feel bad when I say I this was my best Valentine, I think I’m in love Daddy…” “Obviously” he interrupted

I told him. He knitted his eyebrows. "Boyfriend?" I shrugged. "Yeah. You like me and I like you. So why not?" His grin faded, but he kept staring at me intently. When he remained silent, my stomach dropped. He seemed disinterested in becoming my boyfriend. Maybe it was due to my dad's reaction in the cells. My father insisted that I dated Michael, and despite Gavin's best efforts to have a poker face, I could see he was nervous the whole time Michael was there.

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

"No. He does not know you are here." Damon nodded. Like he expected that answer. "Laura." Hearing him say my name did something to me. Something I did not want to name. "What." "We should not be alone together." "Why not." He leaned back in the chair. His eyes never left mine. "You know why." I shook my head. Even though I did know. Even though I knew exactly why. "I am your boyfriend's father," he said. "I am old enough to be your father. And I am not a good man. Not the kind you should be alone with."

He smiled at my dad, and then they left. I thought my dad would take it lightly, but he didn't. Days later, I found myself caught between Tyler becoming a player at my dad's club. "Dad, I have a boyfriend, for God's sake!" I shouted at my dad, even shedding tears to make him understand how deeply I loved Johnson.

I just meant to say that I am not little anymore. Dad pauses in his steps and his eyes widen, his hand comes to his chest in offense, "Are you trying to break my heart on purpose?" Here we go again... You know what, I take it back, it's not cool to have a boyfriend, especially when you have parents like mine. **********

We are just supporting him in whatever makes him happy, and besides, my Dad is a good man, he won’t do anything that might hurt people, especially the citizens. “Sweetheart.” He called and spread his arms. I immediately run and hugged him, he kissed my forehead and gave me a smile. My poor Daddy, I can see his wrinkles on his forehead, he’s young but stress made him look older. “Dear, you’re wasted last night, again? Look at you!” he sounds annoyed, but I just laughed it off and shrug. “You know me, Dad! That’s my past time!” I chuckled. “You that Dad, and also, I wanted to inform you that I’m going to have a boyfriend.”

Asking about Adrian put me off my thoughts, I looked back at Adrian to see that he was just standing there like a good boy, obviously as surprised as I was to see my parents, “he is Adrian…my boyfriend.” I could see the surprise on my parents faces, having a boyfriend is not something I often talk to them about. “Wow,” my dad was the first to speak and he stretched his hand out to Adrian for a handshake who took it immediately, “nice meeting you, Adrian…?” “Sanders. Adrian Sanders,” he replied immediately. My dad was surprised, “Andrew’s son.” Adrian nodded, “yes sir.” “Nah,” dad waved him off, “not that sir stuff please, call me Francis,” he smiled.