Sleeping With My Ex-boyfriend's Father Novels & Stories

"Is he scared of coming out because of his parents?" "Parents, friends, everyone. I mean, you know, since we're not exclusive, he still sleeps with girls." I cocked a brow and probed. "Is he bi?" "No. He says he has to prep before sleeping with them by watching something that gets him hard. Sometimes he calls me, and I have to get him going." "And you let him?" I huffed, feeling defensive and angry over the man using my best friend. "It's fine. It's not like we're official. I have a few other guys in rotation."

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.

he said, stalking his way towards me like I was some sort of prey. "No, I don't want that. You're his father! What's the matter with the two of you?!" I yelled at him, feeling so disgusted I could throw up again. "Come now, Lisa. Doesn't the forbiddenness of it just call to you? Sleeping with your future husband's father. It's hot as hell." He smirked wickedly at me, undressing me with his eyes. "If you come near me I will hurt you. I'm telling you no, so unlock that door and let me out."

“So he’s hot. Noted.” “Can we not go down that road?” I muttered, massaging my temples. “Anyway, that’s not even the wild part.” “Oh God. What happened? Tell me. Did something go wrong? Did you burn the house down?” “Worse,” I groaned. She paused. “Worse than arson?” “I slept with someone. Last night.” “Wait - what? With who?” I hesitated for a second too long. “Melissa.” “My step dad's best friend,” I said all in one breath. “He’s also the co-founder of Michael’s company.”

Chapter 24: Acting Obvious Faith’s P.O.V “He slept with his father’s secretary.” The words kept reverberating through my mind all night long, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. And even when I did, I would end up waking up not long after, causing me to remember those words once again.

A sigh of satisfaction left her mouth before her blue orbs came to a close as she drifted off to la la land. “Hayden, wait stop, no- aghhhh!” My senses shut down as he emptied inside me for what was-, I had even lost count. “If you scream like that, your little friend is going to hear you.” He mocked, after I had earlier told him that I did not want to partake into such intercourse when I was just sleeping right next to my best friend, whom was yet to know that I was fucking her father every night!

“I am positive that you are. I know that you would never like someone like me. I am ordinary and totally not your type. We got drunk and we slept together.” “Forgive me if I don’t remember sleeping with you. I slept with random women before and you are too young for my standard. I hardly ever sleep with teens. I remember who you are Andrea but not being intimate with you.” “I understand. I am telling the truth. The only two men I slept with were my ex-boyfriend and you. I know for sure that my ex isn’t the father so that makes you the father of my son, Leo.” She stated seriously. “How did you know he isn’t the father?”

He wanted me to walk around with proof that I belonged to him. "I'll ask Boris to take you back to the penthouse. You should clean up and get some rest. You haven't slept all night." He had a point. However, I didn't want to go back. I didn't know the next time I would see him and I was too embarrassed to ask. I didn't want to look desperate and clingy. Especially not when Milo and I would never be together like a couple. I was almost two decades younger than him and I was his son's ex. He would never risk falling for me.

The voice that sent my world crashing down greeted as he joined us at the table. I snapped my head up to see Brian, my cheating ex-boyfriend. My heart pounded against my chest. Bile rose to my throat. I suddenly felt sick! Father? Maurice is Brian's father?

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”