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Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father
Last Updated : 2024-12-11
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One night. One man. One very big mistake. When Elle sleeps with a charming older stranger at a gala, she thinks it’s a one-time thing—until she meets her ex-boyfriend’s father the next morning. “Adrian?” “Elle.” “Oh my god.” “Not quite.” Now, the man she can’t stop thinking about is the one she absolutely shouldn’t want. But what’s the worst that could happen? …Besides everything.
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Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Chapter 4: The Reveal
I slipped out of his hold, careful not to make a sound. My dress hung on the back of the chair, rumpled and impossibly wrinkled. I winced as I slid it back over my bare skin, the fabric brushing against all the places he’d kissed, touched, claimed. The library was quiet now, sunlight cutting through the high windows in thin beams. I glanced back at him, sprawled on the leather couch, still asleep. His shirt was discarded on the floor, and the blanket I’d haphazardly thrown over him barely covered the his chest. God, what had I done? My stomach twisted with shame. Did I just sleep with a stranger? I should regret last night. I should feel guilty. But the truth? I didn’t. I slipped my shoes on and crept toward the door, biting back the ridiculous urge to wake him, to say something, anything, before I left. But I didn’t. This wasn’t supposed to be anything but a mistake. A mistake I’d make again in a heartbeat. I shook the thought away, pushing it deep down where it couldn’t haun
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Chapter 3: Raw and Hungry
“Oh my God.” I gripped his broad shoulders. His lips followed the descent of my underwear, kissing each new spot of my flesh he revealed. I was going to explode. Burst into a million pieces and flutter to the ground like burnt confetti. His mouth inched along the top of my slit, and something like panic gurgled in my system. I wasn’t supposed to do this, but dear God, how I craved the slippery slide of his tongue, desperate for him to go lower. I moaned and arched off the desk as I got my wish. The tip of his tongue brushed over me. Cautious. Curious. My reaction must have left no doubt in his mind what I wanted, because his second pass wasn’t hesitant. The full sensation of his tongue against my clit tore a gasp from my lungs. He looked incredible hunched over me, delivering his wicked, intimate kiss. The sharp angles of his face and the dark fall of his hair framed his expression—focused, hungry, like he was devouring me in the best way. Pleasure was so sharp and overwhelmin
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Chapter 2: A Reckless Chase
I shoved through the heavy glass doors. My breath came hard and fast, the pounding in my ears drowning out everything else. The garden stretched below the balcony, but I didn’t see it. My vision blurred, focused only on the humiliation burning under my skin. Damian. On his knee. With her. I gripped the iron railing, my nails biting into the cold metal.Five years of my life wasted. Five years of believing we were building a future, of giving him everything—my heart, my body, my innocence—only for him to toss me aside like I was nothing. I hated him. God, I hated him. I hated the way he still controlled me, the way I cared despite everything. And deep down, I hated myself for staying. My shoulders shook. “Do you always leave when the party gets interesting?” I spun around, startled. It was him—the man from earlier. The one I’d bumped into, the one I’d danced with. He leaned against the doorframe, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his dark suit. His mask was gone now, reve
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Chapter 1: The Gala of Masks
Three Months Later I didn’t belong here. The glittering chandeliers, the clinking of crystal glasses, the hum of polished conversations—it all felt like a cruel joke. Sophie swore this gala would “pull me out of my funk,” but I knew better. This wasn’t about distracting me. This was about proving I was fine. Which, for the record, I wasn’t. Damian and I had been together for five years. Five. And in the blink of an eye—or rather, over the course of one cold, heartless conversation—he was gone. No warning, no closure. Just, gone. And then silence. It had been three months, and I was still choking on the ashes of what we’d built. Sophie hated seeing me like this, I got it. But dragging me here—where he could show up, where his world overlapped with hers and, by extension, mine—felt like punishment, not therapy. “Will you stop fidgeting?” Sophie hissed as she tugged me through the entrance hall. “I’m not fidgeting,” I snapped, pulling at the sleek black mask digging into my te
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father Prologue: The Last Straw
“Elle! Get your fat ass to table seven. Now.” The words hit me like a slap, but I keep my expression blank, refusing to let Damien see the sting. He loves that—loves tearing me down, loves watching me squirm. I know I should walk away, tell him to go to hell, but after five years, it’s a habit I haven’t broken. I still hear the voice of the girl I was at sixteen, the one who believed she was lucky to have him. I adjust my apron, my fingers trembling slightly, and force myself to move. Damien has always hated the way I look. Said I was too fat. He takes every chance he gets to make me feel bad about my body. He doesn’t even bother to hide it anymore. He’s spent the last years making sure I know I’m not enough—not pretty enough, not thin enough, not worthy enough of him. But I stayed, didn’t I? I stayed because every cruel word was wrapped in just enough sweetness to keep me hooked. I stop in front of table seven, and my stomach drops. He’s sitting there, of all places, like t
Last Updated : 2024-12-10
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Prologue: The Last Straw
“Elle! Get your fat ass to table seven. Now.” The words hit me like a slap, but I keep my expression blank, refusing to let Damien see the sting. He loves that—loves tearing me down, loves watching me squirm. I know I should walk away, tell him to go to hell, but after five years, it’s a habit I haven’t broken. I still hear the voice of the girl I was at sixteen, the one who believed she was lucky to have him. I adjust my apron, my fingers trembling slightly, and force myself to move. Damien has always hated the way I look. Said I was too fat. He takes every chance he gets to make me feel bad about my body. He doesn’t even bother to hide it anymore. He’s spent the last years making sure I know I’m not enough—not pretty enough, not thin enough, not worthy enough of him. But I stayed, didn’t I? I stayed because every cruel word was wrapped in just enough sweetness to keep me hooked. I stop in front of table seven, and my stomach drops. He’s sitting there, of all places, like t...
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