Novel & Cerita My Ex Boyfriend's Dad Book

"Because somewhere along the way, this stopped being business. I didn't just invest in your talent. I invested emotionally. I care about you in ways I haven't cared about anyone in years. And that's dangerous." "Dangerous how?" "My father loved my mother. Completely, desperately loved her. When he lost everything, she left because she couldn't handle watching him fail. That destroyed him worse than losing the money. He learned that loving someone gives them power to hurt you." "So you decided never to love anyone."

Fred noticed the way his body reacted when he mentioned Mia's name. "So she does mean something to you." Fred sat up and folded his arms, his gaze unfaltering. "Where are you going with this? Why are you so invested in who she is, not me?!" Fred nodded his head absentmindedly. "Who is Mia to you?" "I suspect you two must have been intimate once in the past." "She was my ex-girlfriend." Jason confessed. Fred nodded his head again. "That explains it." "That explains what?!" "...Why your father tortured you so much. He knew you were eventually going to come for the pill." Fred said, his eyes resting on the pouch that lay next to Jason.

He was the only man that I would ever let touch me after all the shit I went through in my life with my shitty mother, absent father, and my bastard ex-boyfriend. Shaking my head so I didn't think of them too much, I cleared my throat and stepped over to where he was. "Here you go." He grabbed the file without looking at me and placed it on his desk. He was typing something, and I saw him lean even closer to he could go over what he wrote. His hand came up and held his jaw, finger, and thumb, caressing his bottom lip as he read it to himself. What I wouldn't give or do to be the one touching his lips like that.

No one knew Dad more than I did. He was too devoted to my late mother to betray her like this. Back then, when our enemies took Mom's life, Dad stopped at nothing until he killed them all and fed their bodies to the alligators. He had said that Mom and I were the two most important people in his life. He had even sworn a deathly oath before Mom's grave that he would never in his life fall for another woman. So, I didn't believe for a second that he would be looking for his mistress.

The stone in my chest loosens, and suddenly the tears come. “Thank you, Mom.” I chuckle weakly just as the car roars to life. I risk one last glance toward Asher—he’s still standing there on our driveway, frozen, like someone unplugged him. I look away quickly, letting Uncle Zachary step out to deal with him and lock up. Dad sighs, long and dramatic. “This is one of the reasons I’ve always been against you having a boyfriend.” “You are such an old man.” Mom snickers.

Jayda said. "How'd it happen with her dad?" Jayda hesitated a bit. She wasn't completely sure of spilling all the deets to a man she still regarded a stranger. But, wouldn't it be selfish of her to hold back when he opened up to her? "Her dad and I never married. He was my first and last boyfriend. We bro..he broke up with me and left. He never returned. Never showed up on her birthdays, her graduation, and other significant days of her life. It's like he disappeared. I've since catered for Lucy and now that she's in NYU, I couldn't be more proud of myself and her."

What gutted me was the public, humiliating spectacle at the gallery. Seeing her in that tight, arrogant green dress, looking stronger than she ever had when she was with me, was bad enough. But seeing the look on my father’s face when she stared at him—that raw, desperate possessiveness—that was the betrayal. My father. Drake Humphrey. The man who had everything, who commanded respect with a single, icy stare, had been rattled by my ex-girlfriend. It wasn’t just a look; it was a conversation that happened entirely without words, right across the head of my mother.

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."

"Glad you could make it." Dad. The word hit me like a physical blow. Dad? Alexander Sterling was James's father? No. No no no no no. This couldn't be happening. This was—this was— My vision swam. The room tilted. I'd slept with James's father. I'd slept with my ex-boyfriend's father. The man I'd spent one perfect night with—the man who'd made me feel safe and valued and alive—was the father of the man who'd cheated on me.

“I just have to clear up a few things, and I need closure. I don't think I can move on with my life if I don't get one from him.” Mom sighed, she almost looked like she was going to say something, but at the very last moment she stopped herself. While I was happy to know she wasn't going to argue with me about it, I wanted to know what she had to say. Somewhere deep inside, I was looking for reasons to not go, especially after sleeping with his dad. “I think you're being an idiot, and you're going to regret meeting him,” Ant added with a mouthful of green leaves. “Nothing good comes out of meeting your ex, and yes I'm talking from experience.”