My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad: An Age Gap Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Silver Fox Daddies) Read online

  My Ex-Boyfriends’s Dad

  An Age Gap Older Man Younger Woman Romance

  K.C. Crowne

  Contents

  Also by K.C. Crowne

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Epilogue

  Epilogue II

  Baby For Daddy’s Friend (Preview)

  About the Author

  Also by K.C. Crowne

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  Description

  Never have I ever been hot and heavy over an ex's dad.... until now.

  My life is in danger.

  In comes my ex's HOT dad.

  Ex-military. Commanding. Total D.I.L.F.

  Yes Daddy.

  Jesse is a specimen I wouldn't mind being in close quarters with.

  Tall, dark, and incredibly built.

  He takes control way that makes me warm all over.

  But he’s completely off limits... right?

  Do I risk breaking a friendship and family apart?

  Or will none of it even matter when I find myself in a dark room with a gun to my head? FML!!!

  Chapter 1

  Vivian

  I left my cubicle for two minutes —two minutes— and what did I find plastered all over the background of my desktop when I came back? A collage of George Clooney against a vibrantly colored background. Mostly shirtless and entirely sexy, but definitely not appropriate to be looking at on a company computer.

  And I knew exactly which one of my co-workers to thank for this mortifying display.

  “Molly!” I gasped, frantically navigating to the settings window to change everything back. “You’re going to get me in trouble!”

  Her suppressed giggles from the other side of our shared cubicle wall erupted into outright laughter. “What? I thought you said you liked older men like George Clooney.”

  I groaned. “I told you that in confidence.”

  “Daniel Day-Lewis. Does he do it for you, too?”

  “Stop it.”

  “Robert DeNiro?”

  “I said older men, not grandpas.”

  “Oh, lighten up. It was just a prank.”

  “A prank that could get me fired.”

  Molly twirled a lock of her curly red hair around her finger, leaning over the flimsy cubicle wall to roll her eyes. “Ooh, I sure hope we don’t lose our co-op positions that pay us pennies on the dollar.”

  “It could be worse,” I insisted. “We could be interns. They don’t earn anything at all.”

  She curled her nose. “That should be illegal. You’d think a company as big as Blue Cloud Financial would be able to take care of its employees, interns or otherwise.”

  I shrugged. “It’s always about the bottom line.”

  “You don’t sound too bothered.”

  “Of course it bothers me. That’s why I’m trying to learn as much as I can so I can open my own investment firm one day.” I tilted my chin up and grinned. “Everyone’s going to get paid when I’m in charge. Even the interns. It’s only fair considering how much work they do.”

  “Well, ain’t you a saint?” Molly said dryly. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Viv. You’re not going to be the next Merrill Lynch overnight. We still have to get through our placement and then one more year of college.”

  “You sound super excited about it.”

  Molly slumped down into her creaky office chair, staring up at the fluorescent light panels above us while she spun around. “Early-as-fuck morning lectures, last-minute crunch sessions before exams, and we’re going to be a year behind all our classmates? Sounds great.”

  “One, early morning lectures aren’t that bad. You need to fix your sleep schedule.”

  “How dare you,” she replied, feigning offense.

  “Two, you wouldn’t need to crunch for exams if you spread out your studying like I do.”

  “We both know that’s not going to happen.”

  “And three, why do you need the rest of your classmates when you have me?”

  Molly sat up and smiled. “Alright, but that’s the only good thing to come out of this.”

  One of the senior investment analysts who had a cubicle across from us cleared her throat. Her name was Marta, according to the metal nameplate sitting on her desk. Marta shot us a don’t-you-have-work-to-do glare, prompting Molly and I to sit up straight and get back to the grind.

  Naturally, Molly grumbled about the workload the entire time, but I didn’t share the same opinion. I loved working for Blue Cloud Financial. We weren’t allowed to handle the bigger investment portfolios —those were reserved for more practiced portfolio managers— but we got to handle the tail end transaction processing, which was mostly record keeping. Very straightforward, but I loved every minute of it.

  Numbers had always made sense to me. Ever since I was a little girl, math was my favorite subject. I couldn’t explain it even if I tried. Numbers and equations
and formulas… they were beautiful. Structured. There was no grey area when it came to calculations. Just a right or wrong answer and a step-by-step roadmap of how to get to the right conclusions.

  I probably would have pursued a doctorate in mathematics, but it didn’t seem like the sensible thing to do. Even if I earned myself a PhD, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in the void that was the doctoral tenure track.

  I had bills to pay and dreams to fulfill.

  “Vivian,” Molly hissed. “Earth to Vivian!”

  I looked up, startled. “What?”

  “Dude, I’ve been trying to get your attention for, like, five minutes.”

  “Sorry, I was running everything through the processing form. What’s up?”

  “He’s coming,” Molly said sternly. “Alistair McCloud.”

  I finally noticed the low murmur of excited conversation. Our co-workers were running this way and that, organizing their documents and tidying up. Even Molly was busy straightening her skirt and smoothing out the wrinkles of her shirt. I promptly cleaned up my space —not that it was particularly messy in the first place— in order to prepare for our boss’s arrival.

  Alistair McCloud technically wasn’t our boss. He was our boss’ boss. The big man. The head honcho.

  “Good afternoon, everyone,” he said as he stepped out of the elevator and onto our floor. “Would anybody care for a butterscotch candy?”

  “Oh my God,” I mumbled under my breath. “He’s so adorable.”

  “I know, right?” Molly whispered back. “I just want to pick him up and put him in my pocket.”

  Alistair walked over, leaning heavily on his cane. At first glance, he could be mistaken for one of those cute old men who hung out in the park to feed breadcrumbs to pigeons. It was sometimes mind boggling to know that he was actually the Chief Financial Officer of Blue Cloud Financial. A self-made multi-millionaire and trend setter in the investment world.

  He didn’t exactly look the part, though. When I first started my co-op, I expected to see nothing but a sea of black suits and red power ties. Alistair, on the other hand, could always be found wearing cable knit sweaters, baggy khaki pants, and sensible loafers. He looked like he just got back from the bingo hall, not fresh from the stock market floor yelling at brokers to buy, sell, or trade.

  Maybe that was why I was so impressed by him. He was living proof that you didn’t need to be a cutthroat business snake to play in the major leagues. Alistair McCloud was someone I could aspire to.

  Alistair came up to Molly and me with a big smile, handing us each a butterscotch candy wrapped in golden foil. “Hello, you two.”

  I smiled back. “Hello, Mr. McCloud. How are you doing today?”

  “Better now that it’s Friday,” he said, nudging Molly in the arm.

  “I feel that on an emotional level,” she said with a giggle. “Any plans for the weekend?”

  “I’m taking the grandkids to the lake house. Haven’t seen those little munchkins in months. I’ve been looking forward to it all day, and it’s all thanks to you, Vivian.”

  I arched a curious eyebrow. “Thanks to me?”

  “Oh, yes. Arty mentioned that you pulled an all-nighter last night getting those bi-weekly reports in. We were able to expedite the whole portfolio review because of your hard work.”

  My cheeks warmed. Arty was my immediate supervisor. It was true that I pulled an all-nighter, but it was entirely by accident. Sometimes I got so wrapped up in the numbers that I lost track of time. I’d forgotten all about it, figuring at some point Arty would take the credit for himself.

  “It was nothing,” I assured. “I was happy to do it.”

  He crooked his finger at me. I stepped forward and leaned in a bit closer. “Between you and me, you really shouldn’t work so hard. Take it from me, dear. Life’s about more than just your career.”

  I shrugged. “The markets never sleep, so why should I?”

  “Ah, to be young and energetic again.” Alistair looked me over fondly. “I like you, Miss Jones. You remind me of myself when I was your age. Keep this up and you might find yourself with a full-time offer to join our Blue Cloud family.”

  A giddy excitement rose in my chest, but I suppressed it to the best of my ability. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone. “Thank you very much, sir.”

  He patted me on the arm before shuffling on, checking with some of his other employees. He was basically an A-list celebrity amongst our circles. Alistair stuck around for another ten minutes before waving and stepping back into the elevator, wishing us all a good weekend.

  Molly took my hand and gave my fingers a squeeze. “Did you hear that?” she asked, jumping up and down. “You’ve got a job offer!”

  “He said I might have a job offer,” I corrected, sitting back down.

  “Oh, please. That was totally a tap on the shoulder,” Molly squealed. “I’m so happy for you, and I’m not even jealous.”

  I laughed. “Thanks, Mol. But I’m sure he’s going to give you an offer, too.”

  Molly huffed. “Doubt I’ll take it.”

  “What? Why not? People would kill to work for Blue Cloud.”

  “We both know I’m only in the accounting program to please my parents. The second I graduate, I’m shipping off to New York to start my career as a model. Or have you forgotten?”

  “No, I haven’t forgotten. I just didn’t think you were serious.”

  “Don’t you think I’ll make it?”

  I smiled at her. Molly was really pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Bright red hair and dazzling hazel eyes and legs for days. “I know you’ll make it. I’ll just miss you.”

  “You could always come with,” she insisted. “While I’m walking runways, you can manage my books.”

  “Tempting,” I said wryly, “but I’d rather stay in Chicago. I don’t think I’d last in New York.”

  “Fair.” She tapped me on the nose. “Your book smarts won’t do you a lick of good in the Big Apple.”

  “Ha ha,” I said. “Very funny.”

  Marta cleared her throat again, more loudly this time. Molly grimaced and wheeled her chair back over to her desk. Even though I didn’t appreciate the attitude, Marta was right. It was time to get back to work. Quitting time wasn’t for another hour or so, and there was still an avalanche of numbers to crunch.

  It was easy to fall into a rhythm against the soundtrack of clicking keyboard buttons, the ringing of distant office phones, and the soft murmur of water cooler conversation. I verified account balances and tallied up totals, cross-referencing transactions with notes listed in client profiles. Molly and I weren’t allowed to participate in the actual trading of stocks. That wasn’t our department. What we were responsible for was the diligent tracking of all funds, processing everything through the appropriate spreadsheets and forms to account for every single cent.

  Some would consider it mind numbing work. I, on the other hand, ate it up.

  Something caught my eye as I finished compiling everything for one particular client —The Azuras Association— near the end of my shift. Something wasn’t quite right. There was a discrepancy of almost a hundred thousand dollars.

  It was just… gone.

  I frowned at my computer screen. Did I make a mistake somewhere? That didn’t sound right. Not because I was being egotistical, but because I literally never made mistakes when it came to calculations like this. What was stranger still was the fact that the system didn’t flag this for review. Blue Cloud Financial had dedicated software to ensure things like this didn’t happen.

  Leaning back in my chair, I peeked at Molly past the dividing wall. She was playing solitaire and losing, but that wasn’t my biggest concern at the moment. “Hey,” I said slowly. “Will you check this over for me? Something’s not right.”

  Molly’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s rare coming from you.”

  “Just come over here and help me.”

  She rolled her chair over,
parking next to me. Molly checked over everything, using the mouse wheel to scroll down and inspect the page. “Huh.”

  “I know, right?” I typed quickly into the computer, pulling up the last three months’ worth of records. I tapped the screen in different spots. “They were missing ten grand last month, too. And here and here.”

  “Whoa. Why didn’t you notice this before?”

  “Arty literally assigned them to me today.”

  “Who was in charge of the portfolio before you?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “We should report this. Who knows how far back this goes?”

  My mind swirled. That was a lot of money to just sprout legs and walk away without a trace. I sincerely hoped it wasn’t due to a clerical error on my part. I’d be fired on the spot for something so egregious. “I’ll go let him know.”

  “I’ll do it,” Molly offered, standing up. “You need to get to the Snapdragon and save us some good seats. I don’t want to sit right by the speaker again. The bartender couldn’t hear a word I said last time.”

  I glanced at my watch. I’d totally forgotten that we’d made plans to go to the bar together. All the co-op students in our program liked to meet at least once a month for drinks to catch up. It was lonely sometimes, working at different companies and being so far away from peers. The Snapdragon just so happened to be a central spot for all of us and somehow became our gathering hub. They had great drink deals, but it personally wasn’t my idea of a fun time.