Page 2 of Marrying My Ex's Dad

“Hey, babe. A buddy of mine is having a big party. Let’s go hang there instead.”

“Do you even realize that you are thirty minutes late?” He shrugs, seeming unbothered. His dark hair flops down in his face. He has on a concert shirt and ripped jeans that are so loose they are showing part of his underwear. Why did I think this guy was so hot? Next to Nathan, he suddenly seems very wimpy and immature.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, not sounding at all so. If Nathan were late, he would feel bad about it, I’m certain. I take a breath and force myself to stop making comparisons between my date and the sexy club owner I just met.

I roll my eyes, suddenly ready to get this date over with. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Two

Nathan

Celeste. I mouth her name, loving the feel of it on my lips. I was up in my office when I spotted her and felt an urgent need to see her up close. I found myself racing downstairs, praying that she wasn’t an illusion. Thankfully, my dream girl was real.

When she turned to look at me, I was dumbstruck. My tiny goddess was even more stunning up close. Her silky midnight hair was beautiful, especially combined with her unique gray eyes. A strand of hair clung to her face. The urge to smooth it back was nearly overwhelming. Her lips were full and puffy, painted red. She looked like a siren.

Her sexy as fuck outfit clung to her generous curves. Her buxom breasts pushed the limits of her dress, trying to escape their confines. Just looking at them made my mouth water for a taste. Her waist was nipped in, but her hips were wide; perfect child-bearing hips. And her ass? Damn! Her sweet backside was roundand firm. I couldn’t wait to squeeze her ass cheeks while I thrust inside her sweet pussy.

When she said nothing, but took me in from head to toe, I was thankful that she seemed to find me attractive. Not to sound arrogant, but I know I’m a good looking guy and I’m filthy rich. It’s not like I have trouble getting dates. The problem is they usually either want my money or my connections. Many have aspired to marry me. It finally got so annoying that I stopped dating altogether. I haven’t been with a woman in several years now. Tonight, though, for the first time in my life, I’m not after a one-night stand. I’m after forever.

My rock hard cock still hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re not getting laid tonight. It pushes against my zipper painfully. I’ve never had a reaction to anyone like I had to Celeste. I haven’t even kissed her yet and I’m ready to wife her up. I hope she dumps the idiot she’s with soon. If I have my way, she’ll be mine by the end of the week.

As soon as I get back to my office, I have the bartender pull his receipts until he finds her name; Celeste King. I immediately call my friend and tech wiz, Jonathan, and have him dig up everything he can on her. If she doesn’t come back here within a week, I will show up on her doorstep. Now that I’ve found my future wife, there’s no way I’m letting her get away.

Three

Celeste

I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time at some lame ass joke John just made. A few hours ago, I was so excited about this date. After seeing him in action, I’m really not sure what the hell I ever saw in him. It has nothing to do with meeting Nathan. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

We are at a frat party. There are a bunch of drunk college and high school kids. I mean, I don’t mind a drink every now and then, but getting sloppy drunk just for the sake of it has never appealed to me. Also, it’s loud as hell. I can’t even hear myself think, much less carry on a conversation. Not exactly the best place for a first date.

I look at my watch, wondering how much longer we’re going to stay. Maybe I’ll be more impressed with John once we’re alone. Speaking of which, where the hell did he go? After a few more minutes, I start wandering around, looking for him. I spend thenext little bit trying to find him, when someone finally tells me he’s in the first room upstairs.

I’m not crazy about going upstairs, but maybe he’s not feeling well. If he’s passed out, I’ll have to call an Uber. I knock on the door, but I can’t hear anything over the booming music downstairs. I turn the knob and am stunned by the scene in front of me.

“What the fuck?” I screech, startling John and the woman he’s currently fucking on the bed.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, babe. Want to join in?” he says, grinning.

“Wow. I cannot believe I ever wanted to date you, you fucking piece of shit.” With that, I slam the door and race downstairs, calling for an Uber as I go. Thankfully, it’s there in minutes. I lean back in the seat, thankful that this nightmare of a date is finally over.

You’d think I would be crushed, but I’m not. I feel…relieved.What a shit night.Even as the thought crosses my mind, I realize there was one very good part of my night-Nathan. Should I go see him? Maybe he was just trying to pick someone up. Maybe he’s an asshole, too. There’s only one way to find out. I start planning when to go see him and what to wear. I need to knock him on his sexy ass.

Four

Nathan

It’s been three days since I first saw Celeste. I’ve tried to be patient, but it’s really not a quality I possess. When I got the report from Jonathan that she’s only home from college for a month, I knew I had to act fast. One more day of waiting, and I’ll camp out on her doorstep until she agrees to go out with me.

“Nathan?” my assistant buzzes me on the intercom.

“Yes, Zoe.”

“A Celeste King is here to see you.” I grin with delight. The girl of my dreams has finally come to me.

“Send her in, please, and don’t interrupt us unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, Nathan.”

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