My Ex's Hot Father

Elevator

Brielle's POV

My heart beat fast as I heard footsteps approach, Daylan not really moving away from me. I don't know what Rick would do if he saw us this way, and maybe it was too late because of the position that we're in. My life with him might end, and it's just about time.

Daylan moved away. "Dad?" Rick came to a stop close to us and I turned around slightly to look at him. He looked between the two of us, his brows furrowed, "What's going on?" he asked.

"Brielle isn't feeling well. She grew light-headed and wanted to go home, luckily I stopped her in time before hitting the ground," Daylan lied, but it felt like I really wanted to faint because of him and this little situation. It is a problem. I cannot be attracted to my boyfriend's dad.

"I have to do something at the company, but my father will take care of you, he's a doctor," Rick looked at me. I didn't like the fact that he had to cut this short and go to the company yet again, but yet, I was pulled towards his father.

"I will take a cab and go home. I don't want to burden your father with my health," I said softly.

"He is good at what he does," he is definitely good at what he does. Pursuing me. "Dad, please behave," he gave his father a stern look before pushing past me and out the door, leaving me alone with Daylan.

"Does he always do this?" he asked.

"Yeah, I tend to think that he loves his career more than me," I said as I looked at nothing, but then I snapped out of it as I realized what I had said.

Daylan cupped the side of my face, his gaze penetrating mine. "No man should treat you like that. Not even Rick, "he said, studying my face. "So, do I need to check you out for fainting?" he smirked.

I sucked in a breath as I rolled my eyes at him, pulling away. "I should go home," I said, which was barely audible.

"Stay," he demanded. I looked into his eyes again, this was difficult.

"I can't," I replied.

"Just have coffee with me then," he insisted.

I let out a sigh, "Okay then, I will have coffee," I gave in, and he gave me a satisfied smile before he walked towards the open-plan kitchen.

I followed after him and took a seat on the bar stool while he started with the coffee. "So, how's your story coming along?" he asked. I watched him move around in the kitchen, taking in his body. It attracted me more to him. He turned around with a mug in his hand, I looked up into his eyes and he smirked as if he could sense that I was checking him out. I licked my lips and his eyes fell on them, placing the mug gently down in front of me.

"Um, I think it's going okay," I shrugged as I broke eye contact. "Thanks," I said as I brought the mug closer to me, it was hot with steam coming out. "I just don't know if I can write it any further, it feels as if I don't have the motivation to continue."

"Well, I write medical books, and it gets more technical compared to fiction or real life events." he replied as he took a seat at the end of the counter. "For me, being a doctor is not just about saving lives or making someone feel better, but I also love to share information in books. I have three bestsellers, and I plan on writing another one. I like to stay low-key," he said.

"Do you ever feel that what you're writing is not enough?" I asked.

"Sometimes. But... I love to share my knowledge with the world." he gave me a smile before he took a sip of his own coffee.

"So, what made you come back? I know that Rick isn't keen on you as a father. I know there was a lot of pain. He thinks that you will steal me away from him and I can't help but believe him because you're relentless." I said, eager to know.

"So, why is it that you lack motivation for the story? I would love to read it."

"It's, uh, something that I don't think you should read, but I feel like I'm living in that nightmare all over again-" I sucked in a breath. I looked at him, his brows furrowed at what I said, "Don't change the subject, what made you come back?" I asked.

"It's for work purposes. I would've stayed in London more, but I had to be here for work. I..." he stared at the coffee. "I just hope that I don't cause any unpleasant feelings for people with my presence," he said, and then he took a sip of his coffee.

"I think I understand," I replied.

"You do?" he asked as his gaze found mine.

"I think I do," I gave him a small smile, not sure what to say to that.

I took in a deep breath, "Will you spend more time with... Rick?" I asked. I wanted them both to get along.

"If he wants to, then I will, but I won't force him. I left when he was young, and I don't know... I don't know how to handle this," he shrugged.

"Well, my father died when I was young and my stepfather wasn't really great to begin with. I struggled to have a close relationship with him and... it's not too late for you and Rick to start over." I said, changing the subject while I could.

"I'm trying, I hope that he will too," he said, taking another sip of his coffee.

I was eager to get done with my coffee, Daylan stood up and placed his mug in the sink, turning back to me, "If you ever get stuck with writing, then you can always ask me to help guide you," he said.

I nodded, "I would appreciate that. Hopefully, my motivation comes back to me," I smiled.

"I'm sure it will. I believe that you're talented."

I continued to smile, "I do think that I should head back to the apartment." I got up from the bar stool.

"I will take you home," he offered.

"I can take a cab. I don't want to keep you from anything that you need to do," I said.

"Nonsense, I will do anything for you, so allow me to take you home," he gave me a small smile.

"Okay," I nodded in agreement, and then he took the keys from the far end of the kitchen counter and I followed after him.

We entered the elevator and I stood a bit further behind him. "There is no need to be shy," he said as he watched me in the elevator doors reflection.

"I'm not shy, just keeping a distance." I replied with a slight smirk.

"Afraid I'll bite you?" he smirked in return.

"Well, you can't, I have a boyfriend."

"I literally thought that you had a fictional boyfriend, didn't know that I would get the shock of my life that my son is dating a beautiful woman like you." he replied. I continued to hold his gaze.

"I'm glad that you got the shock of your life. It teaches you a lesson not to assume that a woman is not taken and is happy."

"I believe that you're not happy, and you want to believe that you are," he said, and he was correct.

I wasn't happy in my relationship with Rick. He doesn't make time for me anymore and when we do decide to go out for a date or somewhere, he always gets a phone call, and he runs off due to work. Daylan is pretty sure that Rick is not appreciating me and he is correct. It's like he can read me, as if he is looking into my soul.

He can see all of my troubles that I try to hide and my past. I want to fix my relationship and get it to the place that it once was, but I'm not sure if Rick will want to try because he is married to his job. This gave me a lot of thought in my relationship. I want a happy home and future, not like the one where I came from.

I made it my mission not to have it the way I was raised in that environment. I have yet to even search for my mother, not sure if she was even alive. If she is...what do I say? Will anger just make me explode because of her not coming back to get me? The hurt and anger stirred up within me, as I recall the rain pouring down on me as I ran away from the house that caused so much emotional pain for me. I snapped out of my thoughts as the elevator came to a stop, the doors opening.