Single Dad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I entered the lounge where the front desk was and dad was sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. I can never understand why he likes old media. I stood in front of him and he peered over his papers. He folded the paper neatly and tucked it underneath his arm. “Are you done with work? I can wait.” Dad stated. “I asked for a half day. I get it a lot because Azrael’s my author.” “Wonderful. Let’s go.” Dad grabbed his hat and put it on. He stood up and offered his arm. “Go where?” Dad smiled. “Go on a date with dear old daddy.”

Even the shadows seemed heavier, like they were conspiring to remind me of the man I shouldn’t want. I threw myself on the bed, face pressed into the pillow, but all it did was make me remember the way his mouth had claimed mine, rough and unyielding. I groaned, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold answers. Did he regret it already? Was he downstairs right now, furious with himself for giving in? The thought made my chest ache in a way I didn’t understand. ⸻ Dinner only made things worse. Dad was in rare form, telling story after story, his laughter booming around the table. Normally I’d be charmed. Tonight I barely registered a word.

She had heard stories of him—how he was different from her father, a bit of a rogue, yet fiercely loyal and protective. Now, looking at him, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers, she couldn’t deny the pull between them. She felt this pill in between her thighs. Something she has never felt before after her first time in highschool. “Uncle Caleb,” she began, her voice trembling. “This is...a lot. I don’t even know you.” “Call me Caleb.” He said with a groan, pressing his forehead to hers. His eyes are the only different things from her father. How is this possible?

You were always mine. Daniel. My father? No. That wasn't possible. My father was Elias Hart. Cold. Distant. Obsessed with work. But my father. He'd raised me. He'd hidden my birthday presents in the vent. He'd taught me to keep secrets. Except. Except my mother had been having an affair with Daniel. The files said so. The evidence was clear. She'd been sleeping with him for years, maybe since before I was born. And my father had known.

She told me that his company was going through a difficult time and that things would get better once he made it through this rough patch. Then, one day, Ian came home with a grim expression. He sat at the dining table in silence for what felt like an eternity before telling Mom that the company's cash flow had been cut off, that he owed debts outside, and that he was afraid he would drag us down. Consequently, he wanted to get a divorce. The color drained from Mom's face that day. However, she didn't blame him. In fact, she merely said, "It must be hard… carrying all of that by yourself."

I asked, genuinely confused. He had texted me earlier saying a crisis at his family’s company demanded his full attention. Xavier was the only son of Lysander Gray Castellano, perhaps the most powerful billionaire in the city, a man who practically controlled the business landscape of Greenville. Xavier was the only heir, the one expected to shoulder the empire. Despite our four-year history, I had never met his father, Xavier always claimed his father was too busy. "As if I could miss this," Xavier said, a sweet smile softening his handsome face.

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

A clear evidence that she told dad already. Hope you had a good day princess. Dad spoke so calmly. A good day do l look like l had one? I questioned myself. I just nodded to him. The only thing l want is to be alone but he was making it difficult with his lack of words. I heard that you in love with Gavin. Are you aware that him and l are in the same age range? Dad finally broke the silence. I know dad but since it wasn't written anywhere that people with a bigger age gap shouldn't fall in love with each other, l guess there is no reason that prevents me from loving him. I replied firmly rendering my parents speechless.

Kahit papaano ay nagising ang kanyang imahinasyon sa hitsura ng babaeng ito. Ngunit ang pagsasama ng isang romantikong relasyon sa kanyang kuwento? Hindi, hindi niya magagawa iyon. Umiling siya. "Hindi ako sigurado na ito ay isang magandang ideya, Peter. Ang Romance at ako ay dalawang magkaibang mundo. Hindi ko ito gagawing kapani-paniwala sa aking mga mambabasa. Gayundin, hindi nakuha ni Detective Zane ang kanyang palayaw na 'Ginintuang puso' nang walang bayad."