You Re Not My Dad 소설 & 이야기

he followed after me. "Dad, we know him. I am not his type, and he is not mine. So, please drop it. I know you like him but do not try to play match maker. Maybe you should try to date again," I said, as I reached for an apple in the fruit bowl.

He reached out, wanting to wipe them away, but froze midair because he was afraid of hurting me. "Does it hurt anywhere? Should I call the doctor?" "No, it's okay," I sniffled, my voice weak but clear. "I just feel so stupid." Dad sighed. "When your mom was killed, I spent a long time reflecting. I owe both of you so much because I was too occupied with work. You ran away from home, and I don't blame you. "I just worried that someone would hurt you out there, which is why I kept sending people to find you. Who would've thought those idiots would twist it into me looking for a mistress? Useless bunch…

He teased. I rolled my eyes. “Dad I don’t have a boyfriend.” I wonder what he will think if he knows that things didn’t work out between me and Reign, that the English man has been ghosting me for weeks. He had promised that he was going to come three weeks ago, but he was a no show. “But he wants to be,” I could hear his smile through the phone. “Please dad, Reign and I are just friends. Is there a reason you called?” I didn’t mean to sound snappish, but I didn’t want to talk about Reign.

Raymond “You can't stop me from having what's rightfully mine.” I yelled at my dear old dad, who treated me as if I was someone who works for him not his own son, but then again his own father didn’t treat him like a son so it’s like father like son I guess.

“ you know what dad , I think that you shohjd just do whatever it us that pleases you , I do not care what you do with me anymore , because none of it us my fucking bussibes “ You run the shut around here and you gave the c om and snd you are in charge . I don’t have much to say to you but you should just stop thinking that I would ge under your shoulder forever . The last thing that I would love to say to you is this . I don’t have much to say , but damn , I am going to say this to you . The fsctbthat you do not accord ne with respect , I am not going to give you that same respect anymore . You thoufht me do well dad , you thoufht me to ge strong ahd independent on my own and that’s exactly

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

The mention of my mother veered my mood in a different direction, causing the smile on my face to fade away. Beneath the surface, the old grudges and anger stirred, threatening to break free. Yet, as always, I suppressed them, bearing the weight of those emotions within me. "She's not my mother," I retorted, my words laced with bitterness. "Sure, she gave birth to me, but she was never there for me. My dad, on the other hand, has been the one taking care of me since I was five. If there is anyone who’s always been by my side, that’s my dad and I know he always will be." The sharpness in my tone conveyed that my harsh words were not directed at Jacob, who was well aware of it.

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

He said,his jaw ticking. I narrowed my eyes, but he wasn’t offering more. I let it go… for now. “I can’t give you what you want, Ronald,” I said quietly, stabbing a piece of chicken with my chopsticks. He looked confused. “Why not?” “Because you’re a client.” “I’ll find another agency.” He said without missing a beat. I paused mid bite. “No, you won’t. And even if you weren’t my client. You’re still my ex fiancés father. Can’t change that can you?”

I am already thinking that you're my son. ​"But, if you were my Dad, I would hate you. Like, literally. Daddy Jaydee is the best, can't replace him, sigh!"