All Chapters of Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

“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

“Oh my God,” I said, only this time it was with shame and not the heady enjoyment I’d felt seconds ago. I scrambled backward, snaking my arms across my chest to cover my bare breasts. My heart was hammering so loud, I couldn’t hear anything except that terrible voice. “Shit!” Adrian spat, running a hand through his hair as he stepped away from me, his jaw tightening. “What. The. Fuck?” Damian’s voice lashed through the air like a whip, his shoulders tense as he glared at his father. The room felt impossibly small. My mind flooded with a hundred questions, all colliding and scrambling for attention. What is Damian doing here? How had we not heard him come in? And Dad? I shot a glance at Adrian, my mind spinning. He didn’t look old enough to have a son Damian’s age. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice shaky and desperate. Damian’s glare shifted to me, the fury in his eyes almost blistering. “What am I doing here? I came to talk to my girl.” He took a step closer,

“Now that I think of it, this is a bad idea,” Adrian said, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel as he tried to reverse the car.I whipped around to glare at him. “Are you out of your mind? It took me three hours to pull this glam. There’s no way we’re backing out now.”He gave me a long stare, one that sent a ripple of heat through me despite my irritation. Then, slowly, his gaze drifted over me, lingering just a little too long on the neckline of my black dress.“You look absolutely ravishing,” he said, his voice dipping low. “Although,” he added, his lips curling into a wicked smirk, “I think you’d look even better without all of it.”My cheeks burned, and I tugged at the edges of my dress to ground myself. “Focus, Adrian. Are we doing this or not?”“He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, his frustration evident. “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to back out.”I nodded firmly, ignoring the nervous flutter in my stomach. “Absolutely.”He let out a breath, sho

Elle POVThe second I stepped onto the porch, I saw my mom waiting at the door, her arms crossed, her face stormy. Typical your-daughter-just-made-headlines-for-all-the-wrong-reasons rage radiated off her. The curtains in the living room next door twitched as our nosy neighbor, Mrs. Brown undoubtedly tried to get a better view. Great.“Mom, I—”“Don’t even start,” she snapped, throwing open the door and stepping aside. “Inside. Now.”I sighed, trudging past her into the small living room. The faint hum of the heater filled the awkward silence as I shrugged off my coat. The smell of cinnamon from the candles she always burned when stressed clung to the air. Judging by the half-melted wax pooling in the holders, she’d been at it for hours.She shut the door with a sharp click and turned to face me, hands on her hips. “What the hell is going on, Elle? Half the neighborhood has already sent me the article. Your face is everywhere!”“I didn’t ask for this,” I said, throwing my hands up. “I