Sleeping With My Ex-boyfriend's Father 소설 & 이야기

The other side of the massive bed was empty. A flicker of disappointment, but no real worry. He was the Alpha. He was probably already up dealing with pack business. After the intense, desperate way we’d come together last night, a raw, healing passion after days of tension and fear, I felt closer to him than ever. The secrets felt buried, the fears quieted. I pushed myself up, wincing at the headache blooming behind my eyes. Too much emotion, not enough sleep. “Dante?” I called softly, my voice hoarse.

“Unlike you! How can you live with yourself knowing you slept with your son's fiancée?!” If I wasn't already agitated beyond control, I would've thoroughly enjoyed the look of absolute shock that crossed the older man's face. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his words barely above whispers. “You slept with my girl!” I roared, swinging again. This time he caught my wrist, his grip like a vice. “How could you do this to me?! You know I love her, and you still went behind my back and fucked her?! What kind of father are you?!”

00%. "No..." I breathed out, the word escaping my lips as a faint, hollow wheeze. "No... this is a mistake. This isn't mine. Father, what is this?!" "That is the truth you were never supposed to discover, Finn," my father stated, his voice dropping into a low, growl that resonated through the very floorboards of the boardroom. "Your late mother had an affair with a rival shipping tycoon twenty-seven years ago. I discovered the profile exactly three days before you were born."

He just pulled a hand from his pocket and checked his watch, a pure display of bored power. "I didn't think you had the invitation to one, Michael. But I suppose you’ve always been good at sneaking into places you don't belong." My heart stopped. Father? The world tilted around me. The man I had loved, the man who had broken me, was the son of the man I had signed a contract to marry. Can life laugh harder in my face? Just then, Adrian’s eyes drifted past Michael and landed on me. His gaze darkened, shifting from ice to something possessive and predatory.

My father’s expression shifted dramatically, and I watched it happen right before my eyes. “What?” “Oh, daddy, didn’t your lovely Ivy tell you about the day I walked on her while having sex with my ex-fiance and, of course, with my best Teressa? Is telling your father that you were discovered sleeping with your brother-in-law embarrassing, Ivy? Sharing him with another woman. Are you suddenly embarrassed, or do you wish to deny it now so I can show your father how her lovely daughter slept with my fiancé?” “Do you happen to have a video of her?”

When there was an hour left, I remembered Junior. Who was I kidding, I can't say yes to him. I am bloody sleeping with his father in the back of the storeroom almost every week, sometimes multiple times a week, depending on his father's needs. I had his father grabbing and touching me whenever he pleased, dating Junior would never work. I couldn't be involved with both the father and the son. Besides, Junior didn't deserve someone like me. He was a pure soul that needed a good woman, not me. I was beyond damaged.

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

he ordered. Is this man bipolar? Or just mentally unstable cause I could’ve sworn he wanted me in his bed just a few seconds ago? Without wasting any more time, I picked up my uniform rushed into the bathroom, put my clothes on, and hurried out of the room since I originally wanted to leave. I reached my room and sat on my bed, thinking about what I had just done. My father would have my head if he found out I slept with a man almost his age. Speaking of my dad, I have a dad. I had forgotten. I’ve been here for so long that I forgot I didn’t belong to this pack.

I couldn't believe I found my boyfriend's father hot yesterday the moment I saw him. I wasn't planning to sneak on him, but I just couldn't help it when I started hearing some weird noises at the corner of the house. I went to Adrian's house yesterday, only to bump into his dad with some lady... on top of him. At first, I couldn’t even recognize him as Adrian’s father because he wasn’t living with him. My chest tightened, and I almost choked myself with my own seized breath. I understand that Adrian isn't doing so well with our sex life, but how could I find his father hot? Just how?

I heard Alison's gentle knock on my door; before I could open the door, she barged in, ambushing me. “Tell me everything to the tiniest details, and don't you dare skip anything.” She pulled me to the bed. “I slept with Alejandro, Lucas's father.” I blurted out. Alison's eyes grew big as saucers as she watched me in disbelief. “OH MY GOD!” she screamed. “ How, where, when?” She could hardly breathe, trying to get her words out. “I met him at a bar, and he took me to his apartment.”