Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy
.Chapter 3: heartbreak is death itself.—ANOTHER WEEK LATER—*Addison*“Are you holding silent conversations with yourself again?.”I turned to my left seeing Devin, a co-worker and coincidentally, my best friend’s boyfriend.“Hey, Devin.” I say, my voice cracking a little bit.He sighed bringing up his hand to touched my forehead as he gave me a look.“You have been crying all day, haven’t you?.”I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion of the different panic attacks I had today or the soft encouraging look from Devin that spurs me to suddenly be so open, but I’m too tired and I just feels like I’m failing.“I want to die, Devin... .” I rasped out blankly staring at the cars driving out of the company’s driveway. “It’s been weeks and I feel like I can’t catch a break in this company.”“Addison ... .” He mutters in response reaching out to hold my hand.“I feel like I’m nothing without Joshua.” I replied shakily.“No, no, no.” Devin disagrees with me as he rubs my hand he was holding gently with his thumbs. “Don’t say that!.”“But everyone says that!. No one has been able to give me a break! Joshua this! Joshua that! Joshua and I broke up 2 weeks ago but I always feel like it’s yesterday because of the way everyone keeps reminding me!.”“It’s okay to feel dejected after a breakup especially if you loved him but that doesn’t mean you should put yourself down! You are perfect the way you are.”I scoffed. “Perfect with my eyes looking all bloodshot and puffy?.”“Yeah you are ugly..”“Hey!.” I interjected giving him a little blow.Devin chuckled withdrawing. “Oh come on, you are my friend, where does it say that I can’t taunt you?.”I rolled my eyes in response as I replied instead. “I won’t be coming with you today. Pass the information to Tara that I’m going back to my dad’s house.”“So no Friday night at the club then?.” Devin asks instead of inquiring ‘why’.I nod giving him a small smile as a way of apologizing and Devin bids his goodbye reluctantly.I watched the cars drive out from the parking lot for some minutes before turning around to walk ahead to my Dad’s mansion.Telling myself that although I felt dead inside, my body was still alive. I must be tough so that I can live a good life.---As soon as I entered the sitting room of my father’s Mansion, I saw my Dad, Philip Garcia and Maria Garcia, my so-called 'mother'.Rather devil of a step mother.The main reason my life was miserable, the main reason why I would never forget that I was an illegitimate daughter since Maria never failed to remind me each day.My half-sister, Lia, who I would never forgive for giving me this heart wrenching pain, was sitting on the couch in the living room.There were all having a conversation with broad smiles on their faces.The maid saw I arrived and she greeted me with a smile, "Good evening, miss."Hearing the maid's voice, the other three in the living room looked towards me.Her step mother first scoffed regarding her with a look of contempt. “Two weeks away from the house and you are suddenly back? Why have you come back then?.”I ignored her sentences which angered her to continue.“Nobody wanted you for the night, huh? I prefer you hate this home and don't ever come back because we will surely enjoy your absence." Maria berated me harshly.Since I wasn't her daughter, and was given birth by a random prostitute with whom my father cheated with on her, she has hated me ever since and she did not feel the need to talk to me kindly or peacefully.In all things, I have gotten used to her choice of words as I completely ignored them. I have been living in this house for over 20 years which made me accustomed to my step mother’s mean nature.I would never forget this mean woman who had spared no efforts in murdering my mother the moment she found out that the poor woman slept with her husband.I instead looked at her father, who was sitting nearby, and said, "Good evening, Dad.”"Take a seat, Addison. We were talking about your sister and her boyfriend, Joshua Roswell." My father replied indifferently not concerned about the insults that were being hurled at me by his despicable wife.He also had never been kind to me too so what should I expect?But he must have been in a good mood today to not hurl words at me too.I had a confused facial expression as to why we needed to talk about Joshua and Lia."She's a bitch. Why should she know what’s going on?". Lia said as she looked at me with obvious contempt and resentment, as I was about to sit next to her.Then she added to spite me. “Addison, I am going to make it clear to you. I'm already Joshua Roswell’s girlfriend. And I am pregnant for me. He took me to get a pregnancy test at the hospital last week and it was confirmed.” Lia said with an obvious smirk forming her face.Whenever Joshua’s name was mentioned, my heart would still ache beating against my chest like it was threatening to come out because I loved him so much.Despite trying very hard to forget him, I just couldn't get over him.Joshua was my first love.But it was obvious to me that he wasn’t good for me. Having sex with Amelia all this time and I never knew.They must have done it more than once for her to get pregnant."That is nice. My congratulations to you!" I said doing my best to force on a smile.My voice was calm and I looked unperturbed.“Oh and the whole family is going with me to meet Joshua and his family tomorrow, you don’t mind tagging along, do you?.” Lia asked with mischievous innocence in her eyes.I stood up from the couch heading back upstairs. “No thanks. I’ll sit this one out.”---The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.Back against the wall, crouching legs, chin on knee and arms wrapping them. I was crying alone in my room.Him.The one whose smile shone on every photograph that was in the room. On the dresser, on the nightstand, even inside the wardrobe.The one whom only two week ago was my everything.I looked at my hands, they weren’t soft and clean as they used to be. I stared at them like they didn’t belong to me, like someone took my hands and replaced them with new ones.My hands were dirty and covered with blood—my blood.Out of frustration and anger, I had hurt myself.Instead of hurting those two people who hurt me.My tears flowed as slowly and abundantly as it could. My eyes were swollen, my face was sticky and my cut lips tasted the salty tang of my tears.Tears of anger and emptiness.“Why?.” I whispered with an exhausted voice.My eyes rested on the picture, our smiles, our happiness, our love...“Was it even real?.” I asked myself, remembering that Lia revealed about she being pregnant.They must have had sex multiple times behind my back.“Why did it have to be my own step sister with Joshua? Huh? Why?". I chuckled sadly. “It was just a fake love.”Life was so cruel to me.First, I was an illegitimate child to a father that didn’t bother about my existence, I had an abusive step mother and my half sister did more worse things to her.In my opinion, I felt like I was just living without a purpose and no one to love me truly.I remained frozen in my corner for a long time until the blaring sound of a ringtone woke me up from my trance.I glanced towards my phone that lighted up next to me. Sighing, I reached out and grabbed it answering the call.“Hey, Addy! I know Devin probably asked you already at work but are you still up for a Friday night at the club?.”It was Tara.Yes. Anything to get me out of this hole I was sinking into..TBCDating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy.Chapter 4: Emotionally assassinated. *Joshua’s POV* “Get down from that railing!!. Now!!.” And then giggling followed after that. I paid no attention to my mother chasing my little sister as I had more issues of my own.That issue being Addison.I groaned out of frustration again when my call goes nowhere. I had been trying to reach Addison since for the last 2 weeks now but to no avail. I even tried multiple times to approach her at work but she always found a way to avoid me completely.And this was because of the bomb that Lia dropped on her about she being pregnant. And that infuriated me. Lia was pregnant yet but I haven’t even confirmed if it was my baby. The faint sound of a doorbell chiming through the sitting room was what distracted me as I tucked my phone into my trousers pocket and walked over to my mother.My mother, Emily Calloway, formerly a Roswell before she divorced my father. She had only appeared in the Roswell mansion tod
Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Daddy .Chapter 5: perfect misunderstandings . “Joshua Roswell just walked in,” Devin says.Addison’s heart falls into her stomach. She hasn’t seen Joshua since Lia dropped that news on her a week ago. The office that Joshua works in is three floors above from the floor that Addison works on, and she has been avoiding it like the plague throughout the day, sending other coworkers on any errands that would usually bring her there.She takes a deep breath, frowning. “Okay. Well, I should probably go home anyway. The club isn’t booming that well.”“No!” Tara says, reaching out and grabbing Addison’s hands. “I’m not ready to go yet.”“We don’t have to go together,” Addison mumbles. She slides down a little bit so that the back of her head isn’t visible from behind the booth. “You still remember where you live, don’t you? You aren’t that drunk!.” “But what about the cab fare! We were going to split it! And I can’t take the subway by myself, I’ll fall over an
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 7: it’s an awkward meet-cute . “Joshua, this is my boyfriend.”The corners of his mouth twitch. “What?”.“Yes,” Addison repeats. “My boyfriend. His name is...”“Dad?.”“Javan Roswell,” The man says, and it sounds like he’s choking back a laugh. “My name is Javan.”Javan Roswell. The CEO. Joshua has the petrified expression on his face that makes Addison confused as he turns back to her. “You are my father’s mistress?.” Addison’s mouth falls open. “Wait ... what?.” “Watch your tone!.” Javan snaps at his son immediately.“Why should I ?.” Joshua scoffed turning back to Addison. “So all this while you cried wolf about me cheating on you with Lia, you were actually doing the same?”. Addison frowns as she garners the strength to talk back at him. “Do I look like your slut of a girlfriend ?.” “I would like to think so because what are you doing with a man who’s old enough to be your father ? Are you that shameless that you need to go after m
Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 8: unknowingly snagged a CEO .*ADDISON* “But, I mean… are you here with anyone? I don’t want to have stepped on any toes. I don’t want anyone dragging my hair out—”. “In case you forgot, my son just mentioned that I’m a divorcée, for the record.”“Right,” Addison says, wincing. “Sorry.”“I’m not here with anyone who would care,” Javan says. He tucks some hair behind his ear. Addison is surprised to see that his fingers are tattooed. “I’m just with some friends.”“Let me buy your next drink,” Addison says. “I mean, as a thank you. For helping me. Not to like, hit on you. I’m not doing that. You are older than me, gosh. Joshua mentioned 18 years older? I mean, I shouldn’t even be making passes at you. I wouldn’t do that. Well, I mean, I would, but—”“It’s fine,” Javan says, laughing and waving her off. “I get it. But you don’t have to do that.”‘“Are you sure? I feel like I owe you.”“I don’t like it when people owe me,” Javan says, shruggin
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 9: a show off between exes . “So, you didn’t tell me about your job?” Addison asks.“If you think your job is boring, mine will put you to sleep,” Javan says, smiling. He has a very kind face. “I head the whole activities of Roswell Corporations.”“You could have just said that you are—.”“I’m the CEO.” How she ended up getting the CEO to act as her fake boyfriend is still a mystery to Addison. “And you get to dress like that for work?” She asks, eyeing Javan’s flannel and cargo pants. She stares down at her own outfit—her rumpled dress shirt, her fitted grey slacks, her shiny boots. She looks awfully stuffy in comparison.“Yeah. The nice thing about being the boss of your job is that everything is more casual,” Javan says. “The dress code isn’t strict since I make them, and I never interact with our clients, pass messages through the personal assistant, so I don’t care about my tattoos.”Addison glances at the tattooed fingers wrapped ar
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 10: a ruse, and nothing more.“Let’s put on a show,” Addison says, grabbing Javan’s hand and tugging him onto the dance floor. Addison isn’t necessarily expecting Javan to be a very good dancer considering his age, but he takes the lead easily, his hands low on Addison’s hips, pulling her in close. It’s easy and effortless, and more than anything, it’s fun—the DJ is playing song after song after song, but Addison doesn’t feel like much time has passed at all. She’s losing herself to the music, just perfectly drunk enough to feel warm and buzzy and careless, and she all but forgets about the unpleasant situation that’s led her to dance with Javan in the first place. Her world has narrowed down to the heavy thrum of the bass, the flashing lights above them, and the feeling of Javan’s warm, solid body against her.Javan seems like he’s having fun, too. He’s all bright smiles and laughter and gentle touches, eyes solely focused on Addison as
Dating my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 11: now the play is over. “Do you think he’s convinced?” Addison asks, cocking her head. “That you’re my boyfriend?”“That depends,” Javan says. “How convinced do you want him to be?”Javan’s gaze flickers down to Addison’s lips.“Very,” She murmurs quietly.They’re barely dancing anymore, but Addison doesn’t care much. She hardly notices the bodies jostling them on all sides, dancing and laughing and pushing.Javan lifts a hand to Addison’s face, cupping her cheek. Addison tilts her chin up, leaning into the touch. Their noses brush. Neither of them move.“Is this more convincing?” Javan breathes.“Probably,” Addison says. “Convincing enough, then?”“No.”“No?”“No, I don’t think so.”“Mmm,” Javan says, his thumb tracing over Addison’s cheek. “You’re very demanding.”“And yet you’re still playing along.”Their noses brush again. Addison fists Javan’s flannel in both hands, squeezing the fabric bunched together in her palms. There’s nothin
Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father.Chapter 12: greatest heist of the twenty-first century. . “Well,” Addison says, clearing her throat again. “I realized something. After we, um… said goodbye.”“That you’re in love with him? Get in line! You’re going to have to join the other fifty women lined up around my apartment block everyday,” Skye says flatly.“No—no, it’s nothing like that,” Addison rushes to explain. “It’s just… there’s a gala I have to attend next week. He knows, the company gala and Joshua will be there because he’s well, the M.D. I didn’t think about it until my friend, um, my coworker, he said something. And it’s just—we’re supposed to bring a plus one, and if I show up by myself, I think it would be—”“I’m coming anyway,” Javan says with a tiny shrug, cutting her off.Addison blinks at him. “What?”“I said I’ll come.” Javan replies before adding it as an afterthought. “And I can be your date.” “Oh,” Addison says. “Okay. Um, cool.”The guy sitting next to Addison shoots