All Chapters of Oops…I Slept With My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elle POVI smoothed my hands down the sleek fabric of the dress, frowning at my reflection in the mirror. I feel like I was walking onto the set of The Real Housewives of Manhattan instead of a… what was it he called it? A press conference?The dress was deep emerald green, the silk hugging my curves in ways that left very little to the imagination. Thin straps crisscrossed over my bare shoulders, and the slit running up the side? That thing could kill a man. It was the first dress I’d tried on when we’d entered the boutique, but I hadn’t actually planned on buying it. I know it wasn’t exactly in my price range—or my comfort zone.Adrian was standing behind me, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed. When I turned to glance at him, his gaze roamed over me like he was seeing me for the first time.“You look…” He paused. “Breathtaking.”My cheeks warmed, and I turned back to the mirror, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped.“It’s a little much for a press conferenc

Elle POVI should’ve known Adrian Blackwell didn’t do anything halfway.The reception wasn’t just smooth—it was flawless, like something out of a movie. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft golden glow across the ballroom, catching the glint of diamonds on every wrist and neckline. Waiters floated around with silver trays, offering champagne that probably cost more than my whole life savings. I sipped cautiously from my glass, sticking close to Adrian as a steady stream of people came up to congratulate him“Adrian, you sly devil,” one man said, clapping him on the back with a laugh. “When I heard you’d finally tied the knot, I didn’t believe it. Thought you were allergic to commitment.”Adrian smirked, his hand resting lightly on my back. “There’s a first time for everything, Richard.”Richard’s gaze slid to me, his smile widening. “And you must be Elle. My wife told me you were stunning, but I wasn’t prepared for this.”“Thank you,” I said, my smile polite but tight. Compliments like tha

Elle"Take me to Maple Street," I said, staring out the window with my arms crossed and foot tapping against the car floor. "Building 23."He didn’t even glance at me before speaking. "Why?"I blinked. “What do you mean why?”“Why am I taking you there?”I looked at him like he was stupid. "Because that's where I live?" He kept his eyes on the road, one hand resting on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. The way his jaw ticked told me he was already losing patience."You're not going back there.""Excuse me?""We need to maintain appearances. You'll be moving in with me."A laugh bubbled up from my chest, starting small and growing until tears leaked from my eyes. When I finally caught my breath, I wiped my cheeks and fixed him with a steady look. "No. I’m not following you home.”His jaw tightened. "Elle—"“No.” I shook my head, exhaling sharply. “Actually, I’m beginning to rethink this whole thing. This was a mistake.”The car screeched to a stop in the middle of the r

ElleI found them in the foyer – Marla directing Anna and Beth carrying garbage bags of what looked suspiciously like my clothes."What the hell is going on?"Marla turned, all innocence. "Oh, Mrs. Blackwell. I was just doing some spring cleaning."I stared at her, still clutching my bathrobe. The sheer audacity..."With my clothes?""Oh these?" She picked at one of the bags. "I assumed they were meant for donation since they are all worn out, given your new... position."“They weren't yours to donate.""Well," she shrugged, "now some needy people will benefit. Shouldn't we be generous, Mrs. Blackwell?"I could walk away. Be the bigger person but that would mean she gets to disrespect me even more in the future. I have to see her straight. I stepped forward until we were inches apart. "Let me be very clear." My voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "In this house, nothing moves without my say.""I only thought—""No, you didn't think. You don't get to think about my things. If I f

ElleWait for me, he said.So like an idiot, I waited.The first hour after the seven he said wasn't so bad. I took a long bath, even attempted to read one of the leather-bound books from the library.By hour three, I'd discovered the wine cellar.Bad idea? Probably.Did I care? No I don’t.The first glass was to kill time. The second because the wine was actually good. The third because... well, because I was apparently pathetic enough to sit around waiting for a man who clearly had better things to do."This is ridiculous," I told my reflection in the window. Outside, rain had started falling, turning the manicured gardens into dark shadows. "What are you doing Elle?"I took another sip.By midnight, the empty bottle judged me from the coffee table. I'd memorized every detail of my room's ceiling. One by one, I'd counted all the crystal drops on the chandelier. Twice.The house had gone quiet hours ago, all the staff disappeared to wherever staff disappeared to in a place this big.