All Chapters of A Night With My Ex's Father : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Hey, Jessie. I'm Justin." Lucas' best friend extended a hand to me.He could be his twin without even trying. Except Justin had long hair, resting on his shoulders that he anxiously ran through after I gave him a soft shake."Nice to formally meet you Justin." I gave a forced smile, trying hard not to look Lucas' way even if I could feel his burning stare."Right. I've kind of seen you at the gym." Justin motioned for me to sit next to him and I did. "You haven't been there in a while.""No. The school year started again so I've been busy. Not much time to work out when I have to plan lessons." I fiddled with the menus in front of me.I knew this would be awkward but what choice do I have? I can't out Lucas and I by fucking this up."What do you do?""I'm a music teacher for middle school.""No way!" His excitement made me look to his brown eyes that sparkled from the restaurant lights. "I play guitar. You?""Oh, I know most instruments. Piano is my favorite to teach and play though.

"Sarah, come on." I groaned, dragging her away from Justin. Her arm was slung over his, gripping it as if her lifeline and in, a poor attempt, to drunkenly go back to his place even though we were already at our doorstep.She was multiple shots in, unlike her and I couldn't stop myself from thinking that Justin had something to do with it.There was no way I'd let her out of my sight now.Her overprotective ass is rubbing off on me because as soon as I saw her take the last drink, I knew I'd have to be the mama bear. I'd hold her hand and ensured she made it into bed with a blanket on top of her and a puke bucket within reach.And I damn well know, she'd do the same for me. Hell, she has done the same for me.Lucas had left the bar early. My last words to him stung, the grimace on his face was all I could see even as he faked a smile and made up a horrible excuse to leave.But it was the truth.How could he not see it? Hiding a secret relationship, no, it's not even a relationship - i

"Not even a welcome home?" Oliver joked, kicking the bag further away."What?""He was out of town last night." Lucas mumbled as he entered the room. I stared at him, watching him adjust the boxing wrappings to his hands only to undo them and start over. His focus solely on his knuckles that were ready for his fight tonight."Yeah, I thought I told you that I had to go see my parents." Oliver scrunched his brows, just as Lucas looked up and did the same.Dismay overtook his face as he stared at the flowers I was still clinging to. Static built in the room, forcing me to stand tall even if all I wanted to do was run and hide in my room."So you weren't home last night?" I asked, never looking away from Lucas who became fixated on the vase. He didn't even blink.And neither could I.Not with his half naked body, with his abs flexing with anger and his fists balling at his sides until his finger tips whitened. There was a chance that my secret admirer was not my secret lover. That was ev

DamienAce Hotels were scattered throughout North America, and we were known for the prodigious customer service, the firm privacy when a known celebrity came to stay, and the prestigious appeal and feel of the hotels.When I built the first Ace Hotel in New Jersey, I didn't think it would get popular and acknowledged in such a short period of time. One hotel became four, and then four became hundreds, creating my franchise: Ace Hotels.I played football throughout high school and college, and my nickname was Ace because no one fucking played like me. I was a savage, brutal, and could knock down any man with just the brush of my shoulder.It wasn't until my father passed away that I gave up football and pursued business. Here I was, some odd number of years later, sitting in one of many building offices I owned, speaking about opening up another Ace Hotel.I looked down at the watch strapped to my wrist and tapped my foot impatiently on the floor. The meeting I was in to discuss the p

NINAConsultation with Theo Ferreira confirmed for two pm.I closed the email, letting out a heavy sigh while I tapped my foot impatiently. With my hand on my hip and my eyes fixated on Cheryl's kids, I dialled her number."Steel," I whisper-yelled, scolding the boy who had just snatched a toy truck from his baby brothers arms. I glared at him, and his smug expression morphed into one of distaste as the toddler glared back.Fucking kids.Full heartedly, they left me wanting to rip the hair out of my head majority of the time. Thankfully, receiving a fresh tattoo was a shameless stress-reliever that I had no problem indulging in. And I was about to indulge- if Cheryl returned back to her kids and allowed me to make it to my appointment on time.I took a deep breath in, hearing the call ring on and on until it reached voicemail."Bitch," I whispered, trying again. Cheryl was sloppy with her schedule, and often forgot that I was only there to look after her kids for the allocated time sh