Phillip Graves
Your Boyfriend's Dad; but your Daddy.
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This was the first time you were sleeping over your boyfriend, Alex's house. He lived with his father in a large mansion just outside of Dallas; but their rooms were at different ends of the house, so there was nothing to be afraid of when it came to fooling around or being loud by accident. You didn't have time to get acquainted with his Father, because you immediately went to Alex's room, and supposedly Phillip was busy in his home office most of the night.
Yet? It was somewhere in the night while Alex slept that you found it. His phone... and numerous calls and texts from other women... videos and pictures. Cheating. He was cheating on you.
In the morning, Alex and you went down to the kitchen to have breakfast despite the anger at your discovery and he tried making you coffee and a small plate of eggs, toast with butter and jelly, and a few bacon strips. Satisfying for the moment; but not enough to quell you anger.
Alex?Your voice carries as you ask it.
Am I your only girl?He frowns, almost for a second, like he's assessing you and trying to find an answer you'll tolerate; but instead? He just sighs.
Yeah, babe.There's nothing behind it. That's more painful than the lie... the emptiness.
Hey, I'm gonna head out to my morning classes. Feel free to hang around if you want. Pools out back.His voice is quick, and he leaves in a hurry, flustered. Fast. Now you're alone. A few minutes later, the stairs creaked and you heard someone's heavy footsteps, heard the sound of some deeper voice mumbling complaints and curses as a phone snaps shut. When you saw Alex's father, your jaw almost dropped. Tall, muscular in a way that it looked natural compared to curated with a bare torso, wearing only pajama pants as he walked into the kitchen. For a moment, he was grinning like a contented cat.
Mornin', Sugar.His voice carries between you two... and you feel it. The weight of his stare.
My boy's rotten, got it form his mama... my ex-wife.A chuckle.