Rules In Dating My Daughter Novels & Stories

she said, and I felt the panic rise all the way from my toes. “Bambi, I...” “If this is the only time... Kiss me. I need to know how it feels.” This wasn’t good at all. We’d already smothered every boundary there should be between a father and a daughter in law, but kissing... That would be more than I could handle. If I kissed her, I wouldn’t be able to stop. What I just did was to show her how it felt to be properly satisfied, and I did a pretty darn good job of controlling myself and my own needs. But kissing wasn’t included. That was dangerous area. Especially since she was the only woman I honestly wanted to kiss.

I hope she did. The day went on about the rules and regulations of dating her while in school. I was told to pay a visit to her three times a week, sleep over at the weekends, and also make everyone know we are in a relationship. Then she keeps her own path of the deal where she keeps me out of jail and also the fame of dating a millionaire daughter. As always, I agreed, then went back home to the best news I have heard in a very long time.

Alexander sat on the coffee table—facing her. “Tell me about him.” Lila peeked out. “He’s… nice. Smart. Annoying. Cute.” Alexander exhaled slowly. “Cute.” Lila nodded. Alexander rubbed his face. “Okay. Rules.” Lila rolled her eyes. “Daddy—” “Rules,” he repeated. “One: He comes here first. I meet him. I talk to him. Two: Group hangs only until you’re sixteen. Three: You tell us everything—no secrets. Four: If he ever makes you cry for any reason other than happy tears, I handle it.”

I said, “I would make this rule once she understands the fact.” Ashley’s jaws dropped when she heard that. “Oh really, you wanted me to be your girlfriend when I was just twelve. And now you want your daughter to turn Sixteen before having a boyfriend. That’s bullshit.” “Not bullshit, that’s a protective father. Anyways, I have waited too long for you. If someone does that for her, I will be ready to marry my daughter off to him, But only under one condition.” I said, her brows arched. “What condition?”

'' Amelia replied and he scoffed. ''Rule number one, drop that attitude. I will not tolerate you being all sassy with me. Rule number two, you are to put on an act in front of my parents, but don't get too touchy with me. And the last but most important rule is this, NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!'' He spelled it out, his eyes locked with hers. ''Sure, I will abide by your rules, Mr. Finn. The last thing I'd do in my life is fall in love with you, so the rules are easy-peasy.'' She shrugged.

I offered. “Nah, uh.” Ian shook his head. “Is that jealousy I detect?” I taunted him, but he wasn’t even bothered. “No, not at all!” He chuckled. “Listen first. Talk later. Here come your dad’s rules about banging females: Rule No. 1: No females from the professional environment. Rule No. 2: No females from the pack.” “Ok, that’s easy. But why?” “Well, man, you know how women are…” He trailed, and my mind filled the blanks.

But we’ll get to that later. “Darling,” my father says, trying to snag Sadie’s attention again. He’s bored, I can tell, and I don’t blame him. “Let’s leave the girls to get to know each other, shall we?” Sadie tears her disapproving gaze away from Tara for a moment before she wheels on me again, hands poised on her hips like she’s preparing to scold a toddler. “Rules,” she says. “What are they?” Heat rises to my neck and cheeks as anger boils in my chest, but I close my eyes and recite what she wants to hear. If I don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it, no matter how humiliating this is about to be.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than barge in here acting like the morality police?” Laila raised a hand, wiggled her fingers, and then flipped me off with exaggerated flair. My jaw dropped. “Seriously?” “Seriously,” she echoed, smirking. “Consider that a gift from your conscience. Also… Mom and Dad’s rules? Ring a bell? No mating nonsense until you’re eighteen, remember?” I sat up fully, glaring. “I know the rules, Laila.” “Good,” she said, spinning on her heel. “Because if I have to hear you two kissing from across the hallway one more time, I’ll start charging a trauma tax.”

here comes the lecture about how no guy is good enough for his little girl. "Hi dad," I rolled my eyes. "Who would dare look at you? I thought we discussed this. No guys until you are in college," my dad said. "No dad, there was no discussion. You just said I can't date and I never agreed to it. Besides, I dated other guys before," I said. "You did? I must've blocked it out of my memory," Jacob scowled. "Oh, just leave her alone. I'm sure this guy is perfectly nice. Who is he?" my mom asked and looked at me curiously.

The photo beside it made her breath hitch. Ethan, slightly younger. Smiling beside a boy. Ryan. The blood drained from her face. Her fingers trembled as she clicked into the article. The caption read: *“Tech entrepreneur Ethan Lockwood celebrates son Ryan’s college acceptance.”* Her stomach twisted. It wasn’t just a coincidence. It wasn’t a maybe. It was real. She’d fallen for Ryan’s father. And he hadn’t told her. --- …And the worst part? Her heart still wanted him.