Father In Law

It's wrong. It's forbidden. It's taboo.

The man I married loves another, but I'm even worse, because I want his father.

Tiptoeing around the house just to be with him is sinful.

But, I don't see anything wrong with that, because what we have is beautiful.

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Charlotte is my greatest temptation, but she also just might be my salvation.

She might be Sebastian's wife, but really, she's was always meant to be mine.

Sebastian:

The sound of the vase crashing reverberates in my ears. My hand feels numb from hefting it and subsequently throwing it against the wall.

"I told you I love Adeline! How the fuck could you do this?"

"Watch your tone when you talk to me, boy."

"I. Am. Not. A. Boy." I seethe.

"Then stop acting like one."

"I'm not marrying some random bitch." The words come out through gritted teeth.

"You will, and mind that language." He says calmly, with that fucking stoic face he never changes.

I cross my arms across my chest and smirk.

"I will do no such thing."

He pulls out a sheet of paper from his thick, black folder and slides it over to me with one manicured fingernail. He makes a point to get a manicure every week.

I grab the sheet and skim over the words. When I'm done, I crumple it in my fist and try to turn his table over. Stupid move on my part. The thing is made of Lignum Vitae.

"When you're done embarrassing yourself, you're free to leave my office."

"Threatening my inheritance is a low blow, even for you. No wonder Mom left you."

The silence rings in my ears as his eyes flash with something imperceptible.

"Get out of my office."

With my heart crashing against my chest, I slam his office door shut. I know the aftermath will be bad because I've just stepped on a land mine.

Fucking hell.

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I park my Bentley in front of Adeline's building and go straight to her penthouse, without greeting the doorman, Steve, like I usually do.

I knock and wait for her to open. It takes a minute, but her familiar face greets me. Minimal make-up, but bold, red lipstick. My favorite.

She has a matching, short, silky red robe on that's slipping off one of her shoulders.

My cock hardens. It's then I notice her eyes. They're rimmed red.

"Baby, don't cry."

I step inside and hug her to my chest. She smells like Vodka. I hear a small sniffle.

"Daddy's marrying me off to someone."

"Fuck. My Dad is doing the same."

She sobs harder and I regret telling her. I should have waited.

"Sebastian, I can't do this. I can't live without you."

I slide my fingers through her shiny blonde hair.

"Shh. It's going to be okay. I'll find a way."

"Do you know who your Dad arranged for you to marry?"

Another sniffle. "Lance Harrington."

"Shit Addy. Harrington?"

I take her face in my hands