Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

By: Cassandra Dee

Penny giggled again, putting her backpack down.

“This is so awesome, two of my study buddies are now a couple, very cool. By the way, I can still study with you guys, right? I mean, I’m not excluded or anything, seeing that you two are lovebirds?”

And I took a deep breath to correct her, to jump in and right the situation, but Jonah cut me off again.

“Of course,” he said like he was an archduke granting favors. “Ally and I, we’re not going to be one of those recluse couples who disappear, we’re still gonna go out and party with everyone else, we’re normal people.”

And this time I really had to jump in, but Penny cut me off. It was like this was a conversation between two people, and I was an invisible third wheel.

“Very cool, very cool, I like very much,” she nodded approvingly. “Don’t you go dropping off the face of the earth now that you’ve got this hunk of love,” she mock-reprimanded me. “You’re so lucky, you know Hudson is like seventy percent women and thirty percent guys, plus most of the guys we know are gay,” she wrinkled her nose.

Then I had to correct her.

“Penny, Hudson is fifty-fifty, you know that, it’s just that we’re communications majors, so most people in our classes are women.”

“That’s it exactly,” she said, nodding fervently. “Nothing but women around here, you’re so lucky to have Jonah.”

And my “boyfriend” was preening now, basking under the praise, running one hand through his curls like a movie star about to have his picture taken. I really wanted to stop this charade, I didn’t feel even an iota of attraction to the boy, but Penny’s words stopped me short. Jonah was one of the few men who populated our classes, and come to think of it, there were a lot of women who’d give their right arms to have a boyfriend, even one who was tiny with a fragile ego. So I stopped myself from breaking it off. I was at college to get experience, to be exposed to the wider world, and dating men was part of it, right? Because certainly no one else had asked me out, there were no other males on the horizon, no one that I talked to on a regular basis. So maybe I’d give it a night, I’d sleep on it and see how I felt tomorrow.

But tomorrow became the day after, which became next week, which became next month. And soon enough, I’d been Jonah’s girlfriend for an entire two months, with an invitation to his dad’s place for Thanksgiving.

“You sure?” I asked tentatively. “I mean, it’s kinda soon after, you know, the divorce and all.”

But Jonah batted his hand like Miss America doing a wave.

“Even more reason for us to go,” he said airily. “Otherwise Robert’s home by himself for Thanksgiving.”

That made me blush. I envisioned Mr. Martin sitting alone on the couch, bored and restless in a bathrobe, flipping through channels aimlessly while the rest of the city celebrated in a happy family circle, stuffing themselves with turkey and pie. My heart went out to the alpha male before my brain snapped into focus, almost making me laugh. Because even recently divorced, there was no way that handsome man was alone. Women were probably unsheathing their claws as we spoke, getting ready to dig them into the big man, back on the market after all these years. I shook my head, exasperated and flustered at once. What the hell was wrong with me? I was a naïve college girl, awkward and nervous, way out of my league with someone like Robert Martin. What was I even thinking, dreaming about him? It was so taboo, my wires were crossed, I was dating his son for crying out loud. Granted, Jonah never touched me, we still didn’t do much more than study together, but still. My train of thought was so twisted, and I had no business going down that path, no business at all. So I forced myself to nod and smile.

“Sure, sounds wonderful,” I chirped, trying to sound eager and happy. “I’d love to come.”

And suspecting nothing, Jonah nodded.

“Great,” he said unenthusiastically. “We’ll just be a couple days and then we can come back. Pack for four nights.”

And I nodded again, heart pumping. Because despite myself, I still dreamed about Mr. Martin late at night sometimes. When I was alone in my bed, my thoughts would wander and I’d imagine I was dating the big man and not his son, that the alpha male was with me, flashing that white smile as his blue eyes gleamed, his huge form lying next to me on my narrow mattress. What we’d do was delicious, so naughty and explicit that I’d blush, even alone in my room with no one to see. But I caught myself again. I had no business, no right to think about Mr. Martin this way. Stop it Ally, I scolded myself, stop right now, stop what you’re doing. But the thing is I couldn’t stop my heart from pumping, couldn’t stop my heart from longing for what might be … even if my boyfriend’s dad was totally off-limits.

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