In Love With My Ex Boyfriend's Billionaire Father

e: Crossing

left my apartment were

ifted back to him. The way he had kissed me-soft, teasing, and yet s

more than a mistake, a result of the chaos in my life, but t

fected me. And what made it worse was the nagging guilt. He was Liam's father. The man who had broken my heart, the man who I tho

d into his eyes, I kne

r my office. He was sitting at a corner table, a smug grin spreading across his fa

ing with mock sweetness. "You look.. we

pulled out the chair across

luntly, his gaze sharp. "And it

I'm not av

ause the last time I saw

apparently not avoiding," he ad

were growing, and I could feel the walls c

. "I'm just bu

gaze narrowing. "Something's going on,

my composure any longer. "Liam,

r, don't you? Playing these games with my fath

words hanging in the

my phone buzzed with a message from Alexander, my heart would skip a beat. He hadn't pushed me, but he was

everything else--the little details of our lives, things we never had the chance to discuss before. St

I found mysel

, but the moment I hit

we m

e response, but within minu

there in

his words were enough t

the first time we met-there was no grand, dramatic entrance, no electrifying first kiss. Instead, we met as two pe

s scanning my face as if trying to read

I replied, fo

presence commanding a

How was I supposed to answer? How was I supposed to ex

ure that out," | admitted,

fly before he led me toward the elevator. "Le

ent, I could feel the wei

tapping on the armrest as he glanced over at me.

n't want to be just the guy who you have a baby with. I want to be there for

don't know if I can be on

d of how everything

his touch sending an electric pulse through my veins. "You don't have to be afrai

s urgent, filled with a hunger I hadn't anticipated. The world around us seemed to

s heart beneath my fingertips. My body responded to his touch like

hitched. He was everything I had tried to avoid-everything I knew

he murmured against my lips

s," | breathed out, giving in to the de

odies entwining in a dance of passi