All Chapters of A Night With My Ex's Father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DamienI smiled and posed for the cameras, my eyes on the press in front of me, screaming questions and the loud sounds of the cameras flashing, but my mind was elsewhere.It was on Mila, who stood in the far corner dressed elegantly in a backless, silk olive green dress with thin straps and a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was up in a messy yet sophisticated bun with tendrils of her bangs falling out, framing that angelic face.Her lips were a glossy nude with matched heels that wrapped around her ankles in a way I wish my hands were.She was fucking beautiful, standing there, and all I wanted to do was reel her flush to my side and kiss those pouty lips.We were at the last event before we both took off for Christmas. It was a Christmas-themed ball-gala-event type hosted by one of the board directors, and even though Mila didn't have to come with me.I always brought her along. I told her I needed her beside me in case something arose, but I only forced her to come because I wanted h

MilaJust act like it never happened.That was Elijah's great advice after I told him what happened. The thing is, I was a shitty liar.I didn't know how to look someone in the eye and straight-up lie to them or pretend something didn't happen. I could barely look someone in the eye.After the event, I went home and cried over a tub of my favorite Rocky Road ice cream. It was pathetic because I've never had anyone stand up for me in my life.When Damien did it, I didn't know how to react. So, I chose denial because why admit to how I feel when I could just deny, deny, deny.Damien protecting me and knocking that asshole on the ground made me like him even more and made him so much more attractive. I mean, he didn't have to do any of that. He could have just called security, but he chose to cause that scene.Sure, it embarrassed me because everyone was staring at us, but it also made me feel important. I felt like I meant something to him.Do you think I'd ever let a man hurt you and n

DamienI had my accountant look into Like Fine Wine. They were a relatively new business and tried to get famous by having restaurants, bars, clubs, and hotels shelf their wine.Business-wise it was a pretty decent idea, but ever since that fucker walked in and disrespected Mila, I've been a little fucking biased. Jason wasn't the owner, just an employee that worked there, which was pathetic.Since the company was new and hadn't made that much revenue, it was easy to find out who owned it and how much he was willing to pay to hand over the company.I even went out of the way to schedule an appointment with the owner and spoke to him about how much money he could make by selling it to me.I offered him a blank check and told him to write whatever amount he wanted, and he was stupid enough to only ask for a few million dollars.I mean, I made that much in a week, so it wasn't too much. Nothing was too much for what I had in mind.Now that I owned the company, I was going to fire Jason a

DamienWas Elijah the guy she was thinking about when she touched herself? Was he her roommate only, or did they hook up occasionally?Did she like him or love him? Was Elijah just one of many other men that she had relations with? Was I being pathetic and stupid for being this insanely jealous?Yes.That was obvious. I was being a fucking jackass, especially with how I yelled and spoke to her. she didn't even do anything wrong.He was just standing there, but fuck, when I saw her with him, it made me fucking livid. I couldn't see straight through this fog of pure anger and jealousy that I wanted to knock that fucker out for even knowing Mila.I wanted to confront her, to ask her if it was him that she thought of when she fucked her fingers next to me on that hotel bed. If he was the guy, she called Daddy when she came all over her fingers.How could I even begin to ask her any of these questions when none of it was my fucking business? Mila wasn't mine, and I had no right, but fuck a

Mila"You haven't been touched by a man in five years?""No." I've just been waiting for you.He drank the rest of his Whiskey in one go and set it down next to my empty cup."I didn't know this." He spoke, scratching his jaw."Does it make you not want me anymore?""What? Are you insane? No. It makes me want you more, but it also makes me not want to rush into anything.""Anything, you mean like sex?""Yes. When I first started thinking of you, my thoughts were more domestic than sexual. I wasn't just thinking of how many ways I could fuck you, but how I wanted to take care of you. I want that. With you.""I don't understand.""It's a need." He began. "I want to spoil you. Buy you whatever you want. Spend all my fucking money on you. Brush your hair. Give you endless massages. Take showers with you and tend to you. I want to wine and dine the hell out of you.""Why would you want to do all of that?""I'm smart with my money, Mila, you know this. You work with me. You see this place."