All Chapters of Sleeping with my ex-boyfriend's father: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Alejandro*It took Andrea over an hour to come over. I felt restless during that period. I was torn between going to her house and waiting for her. I called her repeatedly, wanting her in front of me.But now, as she stood in front of me, about to answer an important question, I held my breath. For the first time, I was crying in front of a woman, and I didn't care. “You are already out of my life, Alejandro; you are married, and you have Nora and Lucas, your son, by your side; isn't that what you have always wanted?” She wiped the tears streaming down her face with the back of her palm. “Just answer the question,” I said softly. I didn't need to be reminded that I was married.“You are already out of my life, Alejandro; leave me alone.” She said, “You have your life now, and I have mine. Please stop whatever you want to do and stay out of me and my son's life.”Her response could only make me think she was avoiding the question. She couldn't answer because she knew the truth woul

*Alejandro*They say there comes a time in your life when you feel you've been lied to all your life, a time where you feel you could be thrown into whatever pit and you won't have to budge and if you ask me, that time is now for me.I have never felt so many different emotions at the same time. My chest tightened with each word I spoke to Andrea and each word she said in reply.Austin had been my son. This explains the unwarranted fondness, why I couldn't get him out of my head.I was heartbroken, but part of me was overjoyed. I watched Andrea break down and pulled her in. “I won't ever take Austin away from you, never. You have my word. I want him in my life; you don't need to be out. I want you both in my life.”I had always wanted to be part of Lucas's life when he was little but wasn't because of business trips and how broken I was when Nora left, I didn't want to commit the same errors with Austin.She sobbed in my chest, and I patted her head. When she was done, she pulled awa

*Andrea*I didn't want to leave Alejandro alone with Austin. But I allowed my trust in Alejandro to get the better of me. Maybe it would be better if they had some time together. Alison walked into my room with me, saying, “I am so sorry. This is all my fault. Alejandro is here because of me. If I had known he was at the door, I wouldn't have said what I said.” I didn't blame her. It wasn't her fault; she was just being a good friend.I pulled her hand, and together, we sat on the edge of the bed. “I don't think you are at fault,” I said, placing my hands on hers. So don't ever blame yourself.” I knew one day he would find out about Austin. I was just pained I wasn't able to hide him for long.“What did he say about Austin?” She wanted to know. I closed my eyes and signed, removing her hands from mine, I pushed some loose strands of hair off my face.I recounted the entire conversation I had with Alejandro to her. She slanted her head to the side, paying vivid attention as I spoke.

*Andrea*I drove Austin home myself. Since they had already been here to pick him up, I figured out it would be better to just take him home.Alison lay on the sofa when I walked in with Austin. He said a greeting to her before proceeding into his room. “You brought him home again today, " her eyes shifted to the clock. “But it's not yet time,” I dropped on the chair.The event a while ago was tiring. I stood; I needed to quench the burning within me. “Is something wrong?” Alison asked.“No,” I opened the water bottle I had just taken out of the fridge. I walked with the bottle to take a seat on the couch in front of Alison.“You won't believe that Alejandro and Dave went to Austin's school at the same time. Both claim to be his father and request that he come with them,” I still couldn't wrap my head around it.It wasn't something that happened every time. “You can't blame Dave. He has always been like dad to Austin," I leaned into the chair.Sigh.She was right. It wasn't like I

*Andrea*Sun rays beamed into the room through the window. I had that window locked, and I squinted my eyes, ‘so, who opened it?’My eyes were yet to adjust to the light flooding the room. I laid my back on the wooden frame, one hand rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.Everything was the same, but a feeling I couldn't put my hand on settled in the pit of my stomach.What happened yesterday? I tried to recall if anything went amiss.Just then, my nose tinged, and I yawned lazily.I turned my head, and my eyes fell on a man who was fast asleep close to me. I almost leapt out of bed; I was about to shout when I recognized him.Alejandro?What was he doing here? And on my bed? I furrowed my gaze. Oh no…I raised the duvet and quickly checked myself to see if he had touched me. But he hasn't; I was fully clothed. How did he get on my bed? I wanted to hit him or do anything just to wake him, but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I found myself scouting closer to him; his eyes were close