Blitz – After We Met by Evan Grace

On September 4, 2019 by Jaye

Gorgeous. Sweet. Funny. He made me feel things that I’ve never felt before. In just one short week over Spring Break, I began to fall in love. That is until it all fell apart. Now, here I am, three years later and I’ve moved on, at least that’s what I told myself until he came crashing back into my life. Things have changed. I’ve changed, and there’s something he doesn’t know.

He wants me to give us another chance. I try to fight it, but it’s not long before all of those same old feelings come rushing back. I know he feels it too. I can see it every time he looks at me. I can feel it every time he touches me.

It feels like I’m missing something. Like there’s something that he’s not telling me. Something that has the potential to tear it all apart. After all, it’s not easy when you fall in love with your best friends’ father. I didn’t stand a chance after we met.

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Excerpt

Her dad’s supposed to be the complete opposite of her mom. Molly says he’s a free spirit and a bit wild, but a good and loving dad. I’ve seen pictures and he’s definitely hot. He looks like Samantha’s boyfriend from Sex and the City. I’m sure the women hang all over him.

When we finally land, the sun is starting to set. I look out Molly’s window and am in awe of the view. The water looks dark blue, and I can’t wait to see it in the sunshine. As soon as the seatbelt light goes off, Molly pulls out her phone. “I’m texting Dad that we’re here.”

I stand up and stretch my poor body—fuck me, there’s no room on these planes. Molly grabs our bags out of the overhead compartment and hands me mine. I follow closely behind her as we make our way out of the plane on onto the tarmac.

Molly screams, drops her bag, and takes off toward baggage claim. I follow much more sedately and smile as she flings herself at—who I’m assuming is her dad. He sets Molly down and I smile as I watch him hug her tightly.

I hear her say my name, and then they turn toward me. My stomach does a little flip as he smiles at me. Oh God, I can feel my nipples hardening. What if he can tell?

“Lani, come meet my Dad. Dad, this is my bestie, Lani. This crazy man is my dad, Damon.” Oh great, even his name is hot.

I reach my hand out. “It’s so nice to meet you. Thank you for letting me come with Molly.”

He grips my hand in his. I try not to stare at his beautiful face, but I can’t help it. His square jaw is covered in light stubble. His blue eyes are highlighted by beautifully long eyelashes, and he’s got lines around his eyes that just add to his gorgeousness. He’s got that dimple in his chin, and full lips I want to kiss. What?

I head downstairs, ignoring the reaction I had to Lani. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. I’ve never in my forty-two years ever had that reaction to a woman like this before.

Wouldn’t it just figure that she’s forbidden times two: She’s my daughter’s best friend and I’m old enough to be her father. I grab the salad out of the refrigerator and the chicken breasts I’ve had marinating all day. It’s a homemade marinade that Molly and I “invented” when she was visiting the summer after her freshman year in high school.

We named it Monroe’s special sauce, I know… real original. It’s got red wine vinegar, olive oil, soy sauce, garlic, oregano, and it’s got a real nice tang to it. I take it out and turn on my gas grill. Once I place the chicken on the grill, I close the lid and run the bowl inside.

I head back outside and take a drink of my beer when arms wrap around my waist. I wrap my arm around Molly’s shoulders and hug her into my side, kissing her forehead. This beautiful girl is the best thing I’ve ever done. I tried making it work with her mom, but she was jealous and never trusted me.

Every time I had to travel and do a shoot, she’d accuse me of cheating, which I never did. It got to be too much, so when Molly was three, we split. At first, I was able to see her a lot, but when the modeling jobs started drying up, I got offered a job and worked for a short time at one of the TV stations here, but I hated it.

I decided to buy an old run-down bar that was no longer open. It took me almost a year to get it to where I wanted it and now Molly’s is a hot spot. We’re right near the water, which makes it a tourist attraction. We’re nothing special, no gimmicks, no dance floor, but we still pack them in.

“Oh is that Monroe’s special sauce?” She takes a big whiff and I swear I hear her stomach growl.

“Of course it is. I bought a couple bottles of Riesling for you. I know you said that you liked sweet wines. Tomorrow night I’m throwing you girls a welcoming party. It’s nothing big just a few friends that want to see you, and meet Lani.”

She gives me another squeeze. “That’s great. I’ve missed you,” Molly says quietly. She’s always been a daddy’s girl even when we were far apart.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Out of the corner of my eye, I find Lani standing a few feet away from us looking unsure of herself. “Lani, I hope you like chicken.”

She walks toward us. “I do, thanks. Your home is really beautiful, Mr. Monroe.”

“Nope, don’t call me mister, it makes me feel old.” The lights above the grill show off the pink tinge of her cheeks. “Please just call me Damon.” I look to my daughter. “Why don’t you ladies get a drink and set the table by the pool. Dinner will be ready in about five minutes.”

Molly grabs Lani’s arm and drags her toward the house. My eyes immediately go to Lani’s ass in the little shorts she’s wearing. Fuck, her legs go on and on, and… of course she turns and catches me staring at her.

Author Bio

A Midwesterner and a readaholic most of her life. One day an idea came into her head and a writing career was born. She’s a sucker for happily ever afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. She loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to that satisfying, swoony ending.

When the voices in her head give it a rest, which isn’t often, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Kaylee Ryan, Natasha Madison, and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV shows and life.

She’s a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and (the real)Evan, a weightlifter, a home healthcare scheduler, and a full-time writer. How does she do it? She’ll never tell.
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