Seducing My Ex's Dad

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Chapter 32

I gripped Anthony's shoulders and tried to push him off of me, but I knew it was too late.

"Oh my God," I said again, only this time it was with pure shame and guilt. As I scrambled backwards and took my hands to cover my bare breasts, Anthony looked up, noticing what caused my panic.

"Shit!" He got off the couch as quickly as possible and pulled his pants up, covering himself.

"What. The. Fuck?" Anger tensed Peyton's shoulders as he glared at his father.

Anthony took off his jacket and draped it over me. I got off the couch and stood next to Anthony. What was Peyton doing here? How did we not hear him come in? And how long had he been standing there, watching us?"

In my fantasy, it seemed so hot but at this moment, I felt nothing but pure guilt.

"What are you doing here?" Anthony asked.

"I forgot my bad. I thought I could sneak downstairs and get it without bothering you. I wasn't aware you were in the living room fucking my girlfriend on the couch."

Was he that stupid?! We broke up! "I... I should go." I went to Anthony's room to grab my purse and went to the front door without letting any of them stop me.

"Riley, wait!"

The pain in Anthony's voice was clear, but I had to go. I couldn't stay any longer.

I opened the door and heard their voices raise as I walked down the sidewalk away from them. What the fuck did I get myself into?!

I've never seen Peyton look that hurt in his life. We broke up but my heart ached, seeing how shocked he was when he caught us.

I hurt both of them, but mostly Peyton. I've never felt this shitty in my life.

And at that same moment, I realized my clothes were in a heap on the floor in Anthony's bedroom. Fucking A...

* At Peyton's house: "You were broken up before Riley and I got together."

Peyton's eyes narrowed and scowled. "Together?!"

"We were going to tell you together, but... she's not here."

Peyton rolled his eyes. "I should have known. I should have fucking expected this shit. You don't care about me one bit. You only care about your ignorant self."

Anthony grabbed his phone, and called Riley.


"Come back, please. All three of us need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to either of you right now. I need some alone time. You two are big boys so figure that shit out on your own. I have to go."

He heard his phone beep, realizing that she hung up.

Peyton scowled and asked angrily, "Am I right?!"

"That's not true."

"You're so fucking selfish."

"I used to be, Peyton. I fucked up with you and your mom. There's not a day that goes by where I don't wish I could change what I did."

"Bullshit. I don't want to hear it."

"Yeah? Too fucking bad, because you're going to and..." the door opened and Riley came back in.

"You guys wanted me here, so start talking."

"Us? YOU'RE the one who needs to start talking, Riley."

"Peyton, we..."

"Riley and I didn't plan on this happening, it just... did. You've got to understand, we didn't do this to intentionally hurt you."

It was unbearable to watch the two most important men in my life fighting and the fact that I was the cause of this. All of Anthony's hard work to make it right with his son, all fucked up because of me. I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to look at either of them, struggling to keep myself from crying.

"I'm sorry you found out like this. Peyton, I care about you so much..."

"Yeah? If that were true, you wouldn't have fucked her. You knew who much she meant to me."

"Do I?" Anthony's tone became defensive. "If she meant so much, then why the hell did I find you and that naked girl in the hot tub the week after you came home from school?"

I felt invisible up until that moment when both men looked at me as I gasped. "W-what?"

The week after you came home from school. Which meant not only did Peyton cheat on me, but Anthony knew about it... and he didn't tell me.

"It was one time. I made a mistake."

I couldn't stay here. It was a mistake to come back. The betrayal was simply too much.

The hurt on my face made Peyton angry, but not with me. He blamed his father for revealing the information, like it was Anthony's fault and not his own.

Classic Peyton.

He didn't care about me or my feelings-only that his father got him into trouble. Anthony however, was the opposite. Concern spread across his face as he reached out for me.

"Seriously?" Peyton snapped. Maybe it looked like Anthony had chosen me over his own son, and Peyton wasn't going to deal with it. He stomped on the floor as he went to the door that led to the basement.

"Peyton..." He looked over his shoulder at me as I glared at him. "Don't go, Riley. Will you wait for me in my room?"

I scowled and went to his bedroom, slamming the door shut. I should have fucking knew I would never be his. I was a stupid, naive twenty-year old girl.

I sat on his bedroom, contemplating how long I should stay in here. I don't know and don't care to know the details of what Peyton did with someone else. If it was true and a mistake as he'd said, it didn't matter. I did everything to try to hold onto him. Given him everything. Even as his girlfriend, I still wasn't his number one priority.


I already knew what would happen if I went up to him, but I fought it. I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest to prevent myself from touching him.


"He told me I was going to have to make a choice." His eyes were full of sadness as he met my gaze.

"Him or me," I whispered.

Peyton was forcing his father to choose which relationship to end, and I couldn't see any chance of me winning. Even if Anthony chose me for whatever odd reason, I can't allow it.

He wouldn't pick me. No matter how immature and shitty Peyton was acting, he'd win. Anthony would get rid of me for a chance with his son every time, and I understood that.

I knew in my heart, it was a completely different feeling.

"He says he'll quit school and move back with his mom if we keep seeing each other."

"He'll get past it. Like you said, he never cared about me."

"That's not what I said."

I glared at him and said, "He didn't care enough to stay loyal. And not enough to tell me the truth."

My eyes burned with hot tears. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried. I warned you that you could do better."

His answer only made me more pissed. "Not good enough."

"Remind me what your reasons were for not telling Peyton about the first time we kissed."

"That was different."

"The day I caught him, I hated him a little. I wanted you so badly, but you were with him... and then he cheated on you. It was hard for both of us."

"And yet, you didn't say a single FUCKING word."

"What was I supposed to say? There was no upside to telling you."

There wasn't. But he still betrayed me.

"I understand why you're upset, but I was in an impossible situation. I still am. I don't like what he's done, or this choice he's given me, but the fact that he's still my son."

"I know," I felt my voice crack. "Maybe he'll change his mind."

I don't know why I said it, because I knew he wouldn't.

"I...I don't know what to do."

"Please. We both know what has to happen."

He looked at me with confusion as I sighed and felt like I could cry at any time now. "We can't see each other anymore."

"All right." His tone couldn't have been more emotionless.

"Well, I snapped, "you could at least pretend that wasn't easy."

"It wasn't. It isn't. I care about you so much and I..."

I shook my head. "Yeah? Did you even fight him?" I don't know why I asked because I knew the answer was no. "Or did Peyton get his way like he always does with you?"

"I know you're upset," he said emotionless. "Believe me when I tell you this is the last thing I want, but I don't have a choice."

I finally reached my breaking point as I brewed with anger. "Right. Because you made me make it for you."

Poor me. My dad walks out on us, my mom's too busy, my boyfriend cheats and the new one won't stick around.

"Just one fucking time, I wish I could be someone's first choice. But I NEVER will be."

He opened his mouth to say something but he closed it immediately. He had nothing to say about this anymore.

Anthony must have noticed the hurt in my face, because he reached out, attempting to hold me.

"Don't!" I stepped back, refusing myself to hug him. The memory of our last goodbye resurfaced in my mind.

"I'll drive you home."

"No." I didn't want to be around him anymore. I could barely even look at him. "I'll walk to Jasmine's."

"I can drive you."

"No." I scowled, took off the lingerie and put my clothes on that were in a heap on the floor. "We can't see each other anymore, starting now."

I pushed past him, opened the door and heard his footsteps behind me as I went into the kitchen to grab my purse. He made comments on how late it was and that he'd drive me home, but I ignored him. I went back through the living room and opened the main door, shutting it behind me.

"Riley, you know I don't want this," he said as he opened the door, stopping me in my tracks.

"I guess the only one who gets what they want is the arrogant boy in the basement."

"I'm sorry."

I had nothing to say to him. I couldn't say goodbye or even acknowledge that he was there.

Maybe he was sorry. Maybe one day he'd realize that he made a mistake.

I walked away from the Lowery house for the last time, and felt tears slide down my cheeks. I tried pushing them back but my emotions took over. I sat on the sidewalk and began to cry.

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