All Chapters of The Ex's Daddy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

LevyThis girl is going to be the death of me yet. The way her ass moves, the way I want to slide my arms around her small waist and pull her against my chest and to feel my erection growing in my pants. But I can’t, she has to be off limits to me, and I am doing everything I can do prevent myself from doing something totally stupid. Only, it isn’t easy I can tell you that much.Jeez, what would my friends think if they knew I had a boner and the hots for a girl eighteen years younger than me not to mention, Dylan’s ex-girlfriend? Oh, and his best friend. I shake my head as she opens the front door to her house across the street.I notice that the woodwork needs painting, the window frames could do with sanding, revarnishing or maybe a lick of paint too. I make mental notes about the exterior, it’s clear that her mother doesn’t have the kind of money needed to bring this house back to life again. It won’t take me much to repair what needs doing or do some painting. It could be fresh an

LevyI hate the smell of hospitals; I’ve been in them way too many times for my liking. Mostly during my youth when I played football in high school. Man was I always at the hospital, I even had a busted jaw once. That hurt like hell and back.Later in my young adult life I was in hospital when I fractured my arm and another time when I busted up my shoulder coming off my bike, a drunk driver had collided with me, and I was in bad shape. Stuck in the damn place for a week. The driver was fined and put away for a short stint. He could have killed me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I always have my wits about me and don’t drive like a lunatic, it could have ended a lot worse for me.We’re sitting outside in the waiting room, it’s stale with cream walls some fancy paintings of flowers hang, mostly on canvas. They’re kind of neat if you’re into that sort of thing. It’s not for me, I mean I appreciate art but I’m not gung-ho about it. Let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t step inside an art gal

LevyAnd finally, she sleeps. Her head is on my shoulder, and it feels exactly where it should be, even though I shouldn’t quite like it as much as I do I can’t help but love the way the warmth radiates of her soft cheek on my shoulder.Should I drape an arm around her? Would it look too much like we’re lovers? I know we’re not but still what would the nurses think? They can clearly see I am old enough to be her father, albeit a young father. Hell, thirty-eight isn’t old but the way I feel sometimes having gone through fatherhood with Dylan from a very young age and losing my wife Lilly, there are days when I feel old, like proper old.She breathes softly, it’s fast becoming my favorite sound the way she makes these adorable, cute noises. I consider recording her to listen to her when I lay in my lonely bed at night, when this hospital ordeal is over.A nurse passes us by and smiles warmly at me. She must think that Harper is my daughter. Fuck it, I’m putting my arm around her more fo