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I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I tilted my head away from her hand. I looked up at them. "Mom said everything is mine. Nobody touches it." Dad's face fell. "What do you know? You're a kid. Your mom spent every day scheming." The doorbell rang. A steady, low voice carried in from the front hall. "Excuse me. Is Mr. Alex Caldwell home?" The study door opened. A man in his forties walked in: gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses, black briefcase. He stopped in front of Dad.

" I was waiting for you Emir... look you were talking to infuse Japanese flavors na, look what have I got for you!! " She handed me a rugged book.. it's pages are pale yellow, it's quite old still the words are clear.. and the recipes oh my God.. this is excessively relatable.. and then I found out dad's signature over the corner... so this is dad's book.. finally I got a masterpiece.. I gave her a bone crushing hug to clear my dilemma.. but how to talk about that girl.. " thank you so much beautiful for this!! I love it!! dad has left his legacy in this and I really am honored to inculcate his knowledge in me"

The sirens were noisy. My dad's room was in one word: Perfect - lord-sized water bed, two apricot coloured divan beds on each side of the water bed, roseate walls and a very familiar fragrance. I saw my car keys on my dad's reading desk. He had ceased it from me for being "irresponsible". **

"Then do your internal sensors trust the data file from your mom or the data file from your dad?" "My dad, I think. Because his system tracks as ten times nicer to my station," Daniel states firmly, nodding his head. "Because if Hayden’s dad was truly Ada Lube, there exists absolute zero mathematical way Hayden wouldn't want a legendary father like that asset! Ada Lube is totally amazing on the mountain! He stands as my ultimate lifetime idol!"

A beauty contest with Q & A portion? I want to roll my eyes. “Let say I’m a freak, a dork, I have no life other than books and my thick-rimmed glasses, but thanks to Adolf Gaston Eugen Fick and Otto Wichterle, I don’t need any more glasses,” I answer with touches of sarcasm. I look at Dad, and he doesn’t look impressed at all. Mr. Hot sexy jerk smiles at me that can melt every women’s panties. I look at Dad again. “So, Dad, what’s your plan on mom’s?” I feel my eyes start to wet. I look up, blink back my tears, and take a breath.

As if he was afraid I wouldn't believe him, he added, "I'll look into the hospital, your school, and everywhere your mother visited. I'll find out what happened with that card, too." I pulled the door open a fraction wider. "Do whatever you want." Right after saying that, I lowered my head and continued sorting through the review materials on my desk. Even though I had already submitted my withdrawal application, I still couldn't bear to part with those textbooks. Multiple emotions swirled in Ian's gaze as he stood at the doorway and watched me flip through the books with my head down. Still, I didn't look up. I was well aware that he could dig as deep as he wanted now, but it would never ch

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.

About two hours later, staring back at me… was a perfectly sketched image of Keren and her Dad. For some reason, staring at the picture brought warm tears to my eyes. I was about to close the document when I recalled that I had yet to title it… A title, a title… and then it came to me… The grumpy single Dad. That sounds like the perfect title for a best-selling romance novel. I made a mental note to send an email to Sarah, one of my housemates, to see if she could use an idea for her next novel. This gotta be fun. I spent the remainder of the evening reading poetry collections and simply hibernating until Lydia sent me a message, saying that breakfast was ready. And my stomach grumbled at th

I don’t push on the matter as I’m the same with my books; I love to read on paperback rather than those hideous eReaders that you have to keep charged and smack you in the face when you fall asleep. “You are going to make a hole in my floors if you keep pacing like that, woman. I already called Beta Jack and it went to his voicemail. I tried the mind-link but I had no response either. Sweetheart, he must be busy with travel arrangements so be patient and come sit by my side.” Dad pats the sofa meking Mom stride diligently to his side. “That’s my little good Omega.” “Oh shut it, old man.” But she kissed him on the lips and Dad moaned in delight.