My Ex Boyfriend's Dad Book の小説・ストーリー

Raphael's sudden outburst sealed my mouth shut, "I was only a tool for you to get revenge against Jenna but what did I ever do to you to deserve this?!" "What the fuck are you even talking about?" I asked, feeling my heart going up my throat. "Your ex-fiancé turned out to be my father! Jenna freaking got married to my father, Sarah! Do you hear me?!" Raphael shouted and my jaw dropped in shock. "What?! How was I supposed to know that?! You never told me he was your dad." I said, my voice coming out as fragile. "You never told me he was your fiancé." Raphael retorted. He moved away from me, running his fingers through his hair as he paced left and right in the living room, "the fuck am I supp

Still, a small part of my mind stayed annoyingly focused on one thing: The Cold Demon. And the way his eyes had lingered the first time we met. I continued my routine without mishap or drama for weeks- quiet mornings, steady progress, polite smiles- until about two weeks after my resumption, when fate decided to remind me who my boss truly was. Alexander Bells. My ex-boyfriend’s father. My boss. He’d been away on a business trip since I resumed, which was honestly a relief. His presence always carried this air that felt… heavy. But that afternoon, I wasn’t so lucky.

The scars of my past run deep, a latticework of pain and betrayal that I thought would never heal. "I thought I had found love with Andrew, but his infidelity proved that I was wrong, again. And then, in a moment of weakness, I made the mistake that would haunt me forever - I slept with my ex-father, Doctor John. The shame and guilt are a constant reminder of my unworthiness, a burden I carry with each breath.

She wanted nothing to do with me, and it was clear enough. “You should get over her, man. Seriously.” I glared at him, “Who said I am not over her? I was just surprised to see her.” I said, which was partly true. I didn't tell him about how I held her and didn't want to let her go. A man shouldn't let out everything about himself to his friend. “I see.” He thought for a while and then asked, “You went to an event with your Dad, right?” I poured myself another glass and gulp down. “Yes,” I answered.

*“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 say. I felt him kissing my hair before he releases me and says. "So you've finally made it here." I nod and shove my hand to Gage's. "Gage this is my dad, Caesar Kavanaugh. Dad meet my boyfriend Gage Stockholm." "It's a pleasure to meet you young man." Dad politely extended his hand to Gage. Gage accepts right away. "It's an honor, sir." All of a sudden someone dramatically coughed from behind dad and popped his huge head to join us. "Did someone say the b-word?"

he tells me and I slip it on muttering a thanks to him. "You know, we have a lot to catch up on... So how about you take a nap and I'd be right here when you wake up" Dad says. "You are not gonna leave are you?" I ask expectantly and he nods. "Never again" he mutters. It is when I lay back still holding Dad's hands that I remember I have a boyfriend called Zeke Kian. First off then, how did he know dad? . . . . . . "So practically, you are kinda into the Mafia?" I ask Zeke curiously and he shakes his head again giving a frustrated sigh.

Then I turned to my so-called boyfriend, scratch that, my ex-boyfriend. “Is this the meeting you told me you were attending?” I lashed at him. “Ari…I…I was going to tell you.” He said, guilt crowding his features. “You were going to tell me that you’re gay or you’ve been fucking my Dad? What a fucking joke you are!” I yelled at him. “Ari…” My Dad started. “How long?” I asked, cutting him off. Then I turned to Finn, “How long have you been fucking my Dad,

I say sincerely. “That’s my girl. But I know you’re calling me for a reason,” my dad says. “Out with it.” I swallow. “Well, I just wanted to let you know I’m bringing my boyfriend with me.” My father is silent for a while. “The second guy you were photographed with?” “Yeah.” “The one with his hand on your ass?” my dad continues, his tone dropping lower and lower. I wince. “Well, he is my boyfriend.” “Mhm. I have my concerns, pumpkin. But I don’t want to get into it over the phone. We’ll talk when you get here,” my dad says.

I went rigid, my breath trapped entirely in my throat as a massive shadow stepped out from the darkness of a corner study. I slowly turned around, prepared to drop to my knees and beg for my job. But the moment my eyes lifted to the man standing before me, the words died in my throat. My mind fractured into complete disbelief. Behold. The terrifying, mysterious boss of Crescent Estate. It was Ryan. Roman’s father. He didn't wear a suit tonight, but rather a simple black shirt that hugged his imposing chest. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, completely cold. For a moment, I thought I was seeing wrongly. Ryan?