My Boyfriend's Dad, page 1
My Boyfriend’s Dad
A Forbidden Romance
S.E. Law
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Also by S.E. Law
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While He Watches
Her Secret Baby
The Clients
Hunger
My Dad’s Best Friend
My Best Friend’s Dad
Trapped By My Boss
Pregnant By The Doctor
Pregnant By The Alpha
Making His Baby
First Time Escort
First Time Menage
My Roommate’s Dad
Filthy Twin Cowboys
Filthy Twin Cops
The CEO’s Baby
The Soldier’s Baby
Filthy Twin Stepbrothers
Off Limits Daddy
My Boyfriend’s Dad
My Sweet Fake Fiancée
Mistaken For An Escort
Daddy In Secret
Pushing Her Limits
Partner In Crime
Father and Son
Dirty Little Secret
Sweet Treats
His Candy Cane
Her Juicy Cherry
Her Honey Pot
Second Helpings
Sugar Walls
Please and Tease
Forbidden Fruit
Band of Brothers
Her Italian Wedding
Double XL
The Boyfriend Diaries
Mommy’s Ex
Mommy’s Boss
Mommy’s Landlord
Daddy’s Christmas Gift
Daddy’s Holiday Baby
Daddy’s Love Child
Made for Them
Built For Them
Sugar and Spice
The Naughty Party
Blackmail Fantasies
Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend
Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss
Blackmailed In The Boudoir
Blackmailed By My Teacher
Irresistible Bachelors
Sweet as Candy
Must Be Love
Meant To Be
Standalones
You’re Mine
Boss of My Panties
Naughty Relations
About Last Night
About This Morning
About That Evening
About My Daddies
Playing with Them
Playing with the Doctors
Playing with the Criminals
Playing with her Priests
Healing Hands
Dr. Feelgood
Dr. Man Candy
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Contents
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: Off Limits Daddy
Sneak Peek: Forbidden Fruit
About the Author
About This Book
Lucy’s been dating Jasper, the captain of the tennis team. Jasper is handsome and smart, even if he has crazy mood swings. But Lucy wants a baby, and her boyfriend isn’t ready by a long shot. What’s a curvy girl to do?
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Brandon’s been a single man for a decade now. His son Jasper has been seeing the gorgeous, sassy Lucy, and Brandon’s secretly got his eye on her. When he finds out his son won’t give Lucy a baby, Brandon’s only too ready to step in … even if their relationship is utterly taboo!
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This is the latest in the City Girls series. Although Lucy’s not a City Girl herself, there are definitely women in the story who work for the agency and who know how to make the most of their assets! Lose yourself in this hedonistic tale of pleasure, and be sure to bring a fire extinguisher because although Brandon may technically be off-limits, the older man’s only too happy to make himself available when it comes to giving the curvy girl a child. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.
1
Lucy
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Setting my heavy backpack on the table, I sink into an uncomfortable wooden chair with relief. I thought I’d burn some calories by walking to the computer repair shop, where my boyfriend’s laptop is waiting to be picked up. I shouldn’t have been so generous because the chore’s been nothing but a pain in the ass.
First, the creepy guy at the counter ogled my curves, and said that if I needed anything else repaired, he’d do it for free if I gave him my number. (Obviously, I declined.) Then, I wore blisters into the backs of my feet from the new pair of flats I’m wearing. I practically limped the last three blocks, looking like a gimpy donkey. Now, to finally be back in the school library, sitting down, is a joy I’ll never take for granted again.
I don’t mind spending time in the library. It’s probably looked exactly the same since the 70’s, like the rest of my high school, but I like its retro charm. I love to read, but haven’t had a chance to do so for entertainment very much lately. Either I’m studying for end-of-semester exams, like I’m about to do now, or I’m spending time with--or in this case, running errands for--my boyfriend, Jasper.
I flex my feet in my shoes, wincing a bit at the tenderness in my toes. I much prefer hanging out with him over running his errands, but Jasper’s always busy. He’s the captain of the tennis team and very popular. I’m still not entirely sure why he decided to date me because honestly, I’m pretty low on the popularity totem pole. But we’ve been together for almost a year, now, and I’m very happy.
Well… things aren’t perfect, but I don’t need perfection to be happy. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
I open my backpack and take out my own laptop. Jasper and I have a huge American history exam to study for, so he’ll be coming to the library after tennis practice. I figured I should hit the books asap because I’m a good student, but this semester has been particularly brutal. Senior year, I’m learning, is no joke. I guess teachers are trying to prepare us for college, although this experience is making me doubt my fitness for college, to be frank.
If only I could admit that I have other plans for my future.
Focus, Lucy! I admonish myself, securing my curly brown hair in a pile atop my head. I have big plans for myself, plans that I want Jasper to be a part of, but this history exam has to come first.
I reluctantly open my laptop and blink at myself in the reflection of the black screen. I have a round face and regular brown eyes, with freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my tip-tilted nose. I pull a silly face at myself and grin. I used to be insecure about my appearance, especially as a bigger girl, but I’m learning to love myself. Dating someone as classically gorgeous and popular as Jasper doesn’t hurt my self-esteem to be honest. He can get any girl he wants, and yet, he wants to spend time with me.
Smiling, I turn on my laptop and pull up the methodical notes I’ve been taking in class--notes that Jasper will definitely want to copy. While he excels in athletics, academics aren’t exactly his strong suit. It’s not that he’s dumb; I think he’s smarter than he gives himself credit for. He’s just so easily distracted. That’s okay, though. I don’t mind helping him.
For a while, I immerse myself in my studies, reminding myself of the intricacies of the Revolutionary War. It’s pretty interesting actually because it’s not one big war, but rather a series of battles that led to American independence. However, the websites I need for research are loading slower and slower, and when I click, it feels like it takes ten years for something to appear on screen. With a frown, I close some unnecessary tabs in my web browser, thinking that could be the culprit. No such luck. Suddenly, my laptop powers off on its own, going completely black.
“Shit!” I exclaim. I cringe immediately as my cry seems to echo throughout the silent room. Library, Lucy, I remind myself. Pipe down.
I poke at some buttons on my laptop, trying to get it to turn on. Finally, the screen flickers a bit, and I suck in an optimistic breath. Then, it whooshes out heavily when the screen becomes a static bright blue. That, I’ve been told by my more tech-savvy friends, is the kiss of death.
“Well, great,” I mutter, rubbing at the furrow between my brows. “This is just excellent.” Even if I bust open my piggy bank, I definitely don’t have the money for repairs or for a new laptop. This is not ideal for my end-of-the-semester studying.
Shutting the laptop lid, I cast an uncertain look at the clunky desktop computers at the other end of the library. Those dinosaurs take forever to load anything, and it looks like they’re all in use right now anyways. Then, I remember that I have Jasper’s laptop with me, and pause. It’ll be annoying to have to share with him when he gets here, but we’ll survive. It’s fine, even if it’s awkward. Yay, I’m saved!
Putting my laptop back in my bag, I reach for Jasper’s fancy
I enter his birthday, January 8th. No luck. I enter mine, July 19th. Nope. Then, I enter our anniversary, February 3rd. His main screen loads. Success. My heart swells a little at the fact that our anniversary is so memorable to him. Sometimes, my boyfriend is surprisingly romantic.
I’m about to click on the web browser when I see an unfamiliar icon, a little chat bubble outlined in bright blue. The text under it reads “ChatNow.” Something lurches in my chest, like a car with the gas pedal pushed too suddenly. Jasper and I have never used this program to chat before. We usually just stick to WhatsApp or text messages. So who is he talking to?
Slow down, Lucy, I tell myself, taking a deep breath. I know he games online sometimes; maybe this is just a program to talk to his friends while they play. There’s no reason to panic. I force myself to stay calm. What kind of girlfriend am I to immediately be suspicious?
But insecurity is whispering in my ear, telling me to investigate further, and it’s hard not to listen to its siren song. Sometimes Jasper seems so handsome and popular that I feel inadequate, like I’m just playing dress-up. I feel like I’m an ugly Barbie trying to be pretty next to the chiseled Ken with his square jaw and six pack abs. Heck, I’m not even Barbie, I feel like I’m a misshapen troll, standing next to the tall and handsome Jasper. It’s doubly bad because whenever I start to feel inadequate, my insecurities kick in, and right now, those insecurities are screaming at me to click on ChatNow and take a look.
What’s the harm? the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. It’s just a chat program. It’s not like you’re reading his diary.
So, ignoring the sick feeling of guilt in my stomach, I do.
As soon as I click, Jasper’s contacts come up in a sidebar on the left. I let out a breath. They’re perfectly innocent. One of them is his dad, Brandon, and I smile to myself. Jasper definitely gets his good looks from his father because they’ve got the same raven-black hair and bright blue eyes, as well as identical tall, athletic builds. I’ve even caught myself eyeing Brandon on more than one occasion, to my utter shame. It’s nothing though because someone older and successful like Brandon wouldn’t even notice me. I’m just the chubby girl who happens to be dating his son.
I’m about to close ChatNow, feeling more than a little silly, when suddenly, a message pops onto the screen. “Ready to play?” it reads.
I blink in surprise, then shake my head. Maybe Jasper’s friends are online and hoping to on-line game together? This could be one of those multi-player shoot-em-up videos where you form teams with lots of other people all around the world.
But before I can close the program, another message appears, and along with it, there’s an image of a woman’s busty torso, clad only in a lacy white bra. Her nipples are practically visible through the sheer lace, and she’s got to be at least a full D. Plus, one hand is toying with a strap, as if about to pull it off her shoulder.
I nearly fall out of my chair. These are definitely not Jasper’s friends. I notice that I’m suddenly trembling, and my wide eyes look at the username attached to the photo: “La Petite Jeune Fille.” My rudimentary French supplies the translation: “a young girl.” What the hell? My heart begins to beat insistently in my ears. Who is this, and why is she messaging my boyfriend?
While I seethe, yet another message pops up. This time, I recoil in shock because the image is definitely the same woman, but she’s followed through this time. Her bra is dangling from a fingertip and she’s showing off her two enormous breasts. But even more than that, her gorgeous, immaculately made-up face is visible, along with a perfect, red-lipsticked smile.
My mouth drops open and my eyes practically bug out of my head. This is Celine LaFleur, my nemesis at school. She’s a French exchange student but speaks English fluently, and often gets grades just as good as mine, if not better. Plus, “La Petite Jeune Fille” is everything that I’m not: she’s tall, slender, and achingly lovely, with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and elegant bone structure. To top it off, she’s perfectly sweet and nice. As a result, I’m horrifically jealous of her, even if I don’t show it. After all, we don’t know each other that well, so there’s no opportunity for us to interact.
But now, I’m frozen with horror. This has to be a mistake, I think, shielding my eyes from Celine LaFleur and her ripe boobs. There’s no way that she’s sending naked pictures to my boyfriend. Jasper would never cheat on me, right? We have such a good relationship, and I need him, because…
I feel tears well up in my eyes, unbidden. I haven’t told him yet, but my big plans post-graduation don’t include college or starting a career. All I want is a family of my own because I’ve always had a strong maternal instinct. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve known that I wanted to be a caretaker when I grew up--that I wanted to be someone’s mom. I know I’m young, and that Jasper is, too, but I’m ready to have a baby with him when we graduate. I’ve never been more sure of, or more excited about, anything.
But now it seems Jasper has other ideas.
Hot tears spill down my cheeks, and I swipe at them with the back of my hand. This has to be a mistake. Celine has to be messaging the wrong person.
I’m about to type Celine a scathing message when three wavy dots appear and another message pops up. “Show me your gros penis, Jasper, mon cheri.”
My mouth, which has been hanging open, snaps closed. “Gros penis” definitely doesn’t mean “gross penis.” Celine is asking for my dear Jasper to show her his “big dick.”
My confusion and horror turn into a white-hot rage. These messages are definitely for Jasper, and not only that, but obviously this liaison has been going on for awhile. Livid, I click on Celine’s username, and see a whole backlog of explicit messages they’ve sent to each other. Some of them date as far back as six months ago. I start to read them, but squeeze my eyes shut and push the laptop away instead, bile rising in my throat. There’s a lot of “gros penis” and Jasper’s oh-so-elegant comeback, “I want to hear your wet pussy squelch.” Ugh. I’ve seen everything I need to.
But then at that very moment, my boyfriend enters the library and waves at me from across the room. I can’t wipe the scowl from my face, and I see his expression dim when he sees me before becoming confused. He winds through the labyrinth of bookshelves and tables before appearing at my side. “Hi, baby,” he says, about to sling an arm around my shoulders. I shrink away.
“Don’t you dare,” I grind out, my voice thick with emotion.
“What?” he asks. But I merely point at his computer screen, where Celine’s most recent messages blaze in all their X-rated glory. Even worse, there’s a particularly explicit photo of Celine where she’s holding her pussy lips open to show him her glistening pink interior and bulging clit. I didn’t even know women took pictures like this outside of pornography.
Jasper’s handsome face pales and his pale blue eyes widen to an almost comical diameter. “Oh, um,” he stutters, looking from the screen to me and back again. After a long moment, he seizes the laptop and slams it shut. It doesn’t matter. We both know what we saw.
“I don’t know her,” he stammers finally, going beet red. “We have, like, one class together, I think, but…”
Maybe it’s the look on my face, or maybe it’s his own internalized guilt. Either way, I watch as my boyfriend completely breaks down. “I’m so sorry, Lucy,” he says, his voice trembling as tears begin to flow from his eyes. “I never meant… I didn’t… It’s just that… well, Celine lets me do things in bed that you won’t,” he confesses in a rush.
