Page 7 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
Hot was an understatement.
“Miss March,” he greets me, his voice smooth and confident. “Please, have a seat.” He gestures toward one of the leather chairs positioned across from his desk.
Stop thinking about how attractive your ex-boyfriend’s dad is.
“Mr. Lombardi,” I reply, trying not to let my nerves show as I take my seat. “I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me.”
“It was a surprise to me that you reached out,” he says, settling into his own chair and folding his hands on the desk before him. “Now, what can I do for you?”
My heart races as I gather my thoughts, determined to make my case clearly and convincingly. I’ve come this far; there’s no turning back now. As I speak, Elio’s intense gaze never wavers, his attention solely focused on me. I can’t help but feel drawn to him, captivated by the enigmatic man sitting across from me.
“Mr. Lombardi, I’m here because...” My voice falters momentarily, but I press on. “I would appreciate your help in a matter.”
“Go on,” he encourages, his tone measured and attentive.
“Your son, Owen...” I begin, hesitating as I search for the right words. “He left me in a difficult situation, and I believe it’s only fair that I receive some compensation for what I’ve gone through.”
Elio’s eyes narrow slightly, but he remains silent, prompting me to continue.
My pulse races, and I force myself to focus on the task at hand. “I’m not sure if Owen mentioned it, but we were in a relationship for quite some time.”
“I am aware he is in a relationship, yes,” Elio replies, his tone neutral.
“Correct,” I confirm, feeling a slight flush creep onto my cheeks. “Well, wewerein a relationship. We’re no longer together.”
Elio nods, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity of his gaze makes my heart pound even harder, but I know I must stand my ground. “Well, then you should also be aware that I supported your son for four years while he went to college and worked two jobs to get him through it. I want reimbursement for the securitydeposit on our apartment which I was told came to you, and compensation for taking care of Owen all these years.”
There, I said it. My heart hammers in my chest as I await his response.
A smirk plays at the corner of Elio’s lips, and I can tell he’s amused by my audacity. His eyes glint with intrigue as he leans back in his chair, studying me like an interesting puzzle.
“Ms. March,” he begins, his voice smooth as velvet, “I must say, it’s not often that someone has the courage to make such demands of me.”
My heart races, but I refuse to let his words intimidate me. I cross my arms, raising my chin defiantly, and stare back at him, undeterred. “Perhaps they should,” I retort, surprised by the confidence in my own voice.
Elio raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by my persistence. He steeples his fingers together, resting his chin on them as he regards me thoughtfully. “I don’t see what you and my son’s relationship has anything to do with me.”
He’s right…it doesn’t have anything to do with him directly however that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a part to play. “I loved your son. Owen left me with nothing, after everything I’ve done for him. I can’t even stay in our apartment anymore because I can’t afford it. You run an empire, and he’s your son. It’s a bit crazy that I took care of him anyways, considering you’re his dad and, quite frankly, loaded. Where were you? Why was I doing all of the work?”
For a moment, silence fills the room, so thick I could almost choke on it. Elio seems to be weighing my words carefully,his expression inscrutable. My heart hammers in my chest, anticipating his response.
Finally, he reaches into the drawer of his desk and pulls out a checkbook, scribbling on it before tearing the check free and handing it to me. I glance down at the number written in his elegant script - twenty thousand dollars - and my breath catches in my throat.
“Consider this a repayment for your... investment in my son,” Elio says, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I believe this should be enough to cover your expenses, and I appreciate what you did.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, clutching the check tightly in my trembling hands. Relief washes over me, but it’s quickly replaced by a fierce sense of pride. I stood up to Elio Lombardi and won.
How many people can say that?
I take a step back, my heart pounding with the exhilaration of victory as I clutch the check in my hand. It’s time to leave, to escape from his captivating presence before it becomes too much…or before he decides to take it back.
“Wait,” Elio commands, his voice smooth and authoritative, stopping me in my tracks. His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm with a firm, yet gentle grip, reeling me back toward him. The touch sends an electric jolt through my body, making my skin tingle where our flesh meets. “If you’d been mine,” he murmurs, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, “I never would have been an idiot like my son and let you go, and for that little attitude of yours…I’d tan that butt until it was tender.”
His words hit me like a freight train, leaving me breathless and disoriented… and excited? “Excuse me?” I blurt out,trying to mask my confusion with indignation. My mind races, attempting to make sense of his statement while simultaneously struggling to maintain control over the fluttering in my chest.
No man has ever talked to me like that before…and even though his words are crude, they talk directly to the mound between my legs.
Elio and Owen couldn’t be more different.
