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  MY BULLY BOYFRIEND’S DAD ( Billionaire Older Man Younger Woman Romance Book 19)

  Anastasia Slash

  Contents

  1. Whitney

  2. Derek

  3. Whitney

  4. Whitney

  5. Whitney

  Epilogue

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  Whitney

  My boyfriend, or at least the man I thought was my boyfriend, walks circles around me. I spun around, trying to understand his reasoning for doing so.

  Yet for some reason, I can't.

  He looks me over, shakes his head and then utters the following words in disgust, "Seriously you need to think about your shape, you are just too fat. Do you honestly think I could take you out with me in public? I am not saying it wouldn't happen, but right now, I doubt it. But you know what's perfect for losing the god damn weight?"

  I shook my head, waiting to hear what he had to say. I know what you are thinking, why am I with this man who berates me like this? Because yes, I am damaged, but he also happens to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the entire universe, at least that's what he says, and my friends believed him.

  He walks around me once more and asks that I take my clothes off, but it's not what you are thinking he's not trying to please me. No, he isn't; instead, he's trying to find something else to say about my body. Why I let him do this to me, I'd never know, Its crazy.

  It's not like I need whatever he offers? But for some reason, I can't stay away from him. The other day he kept me on read. He didn't respond to any of my text for hours and days, and I know what a lot of people may think it's a tactic but at least he read my text and maybe he is a little crazy manipulative or perhaps he's just so busy and that's why he didn't respond?

  I tell myself these things over and over again, and in a way, it seems as though I'm just justifying his behavior, but there's nothing I can do to stop it it's just the way it is. Finally, I take my dress off. He walks around me once more. And then in disgust, he says, "I don't know what you were thinking do you honestly think you're beautiful?"

  I swallow, trying to avoid his gaze.

  He grabs my face, and then he makes sure I stare into his eyes.

  He growls, "look at me when I'm talking to you? You know as well as I do that I could have any woman out there. So what are you going to do? I knew what he was saying. I knew what he wanted from me, but I can have sex with him because I'm still a virgin, and aside from that, I have emotional wounds. It makes me fear sex. I always believe that it would hurt? But he didn't care. Yeah, he tried.

  He moved closer, and said, "you know what I would love to get inside you right now, but you don't smell great between the legs?"

  It hurt when he said those words. But I feigned ignorance.

  He then told me to get down on my knees and pleasure him. I shook my head and thought, when is this going to end?

  He makes sure I only go through the back door whenever I visit. He hasn't introduced me to any of his friends, and worse I'm not even on his only social media account, why is that?

  His actions hurt.

  Blake then looked into my eyes and murmured, "come on just this one time. You don't want me to hold forever?"

  He seemed so convincing that I had no choice but to go down on my knees and pleasure him.

  Once he came, he buckled his pants, and for a moment there, I thought he would reciprocate. I thought he would please me too.

  But no, he didn't.

  Instead, he said, "do you seriously think I'm going to go down there? Your stuff stinks. Sorry, but I can't imagine going down there. Please, you should get a Weed whacker or something to trim your hedges. Sorry but I think you should get your clothes and head out the back door."

  I couldn't believe it; he was honestly sending me out the back door again. I shook my head in shame and thought, maybe I could say something to persuade him to stop treating me this way.

  So I pleaded, which turned out to be a disaster.

  Blake got mad and yelled, "why don't you get out the door now. I have a lot to take care of."

  I swallowed, and with tears in my eyes, I walked out the back door into the streets.

  My friend called me that day and said, "where if you been? The agency's been trying to reach you. They have a temp job with this well-heeled CEO. I think you should take it. You need the money. Besides we need to pay the rent next month. I'm not covering up for you this time."

  I said to her, "yeah, I would do it."

  And then she said, "Hey, how about that rich boyfriend of yours give you some money to pay the rent at least an advance or something?"

  I told her, "that's not necessary. I can get the rent money.”

  My friend then said, "suit yourself. but you need to be quick about it this opportunity is going to go you better call them now."

  I thanked her, and then I called the agency, and they said I would be meeting Mr. Rothschild." I raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Mr. Rothschild, my boyfriend's name is Blake Rothschild? What are the odds he’s part of the same family?” Then I shook my head and said the possibility of that happening is not happening because he's never said anything about his family. So I think the agency lady and look forward to meeting this new boss of mine.

  * * *

  The next day I hurried up to the firm in a shared ride when I got there I was instantly a shit into one of the office managers are in office she said to me, "you're new here whatever you do don't try to tempt the boss."

  I raised an eyebrow and said, "what?"

  She laughed and said, "I'm just joking there's no way you can work for the boss looking like this."

  I felt so self-conscious, I could tell she was judging my curves.

  Sad because I always felt I looked fantastic, at least that's what I believed.

  She said, "come with me. I don't think you're going to last. But hey, you are temp so?"

  She ushered me into this room while I waited.

  Then a few moments later this incredibly handsome man walking tall with dark hair ripped body walked in. His gorgeous eyes looked my way as though burrowing a hole in my soul. My nipples grew taut.

  I slid my legs together because my intimate walls clenched, just staring at him standing there in his Salvatore Ferragamo jacket, his gray pants, and a white-collar designer shirt.

  I love the way he looked.

  He was an older man with salt and pepper hair, but for some reason, I got drawn to him. I desired him as he got close.

  Then I reminded myself, "don't you dare think of anything like that besides you don't want to lose the opportunity to get a job, right?"

  He moved forward, stretched his hand out and shook mine. I immediately took in a with of his gorgeous fragrance.

  He smelled like the most expensive designer perfume on the shelf.

  His masculine musk engulfed my senses.

  He said to me, "it's great to meet you, Whitney. I think you’d be a great addition to the firm."

  And that's the moment, his gorgeous eyes raked my body, I noticed his Adam’s apple move, a clear sign
of his attraction to me.

  The more he looked admiringly at me, the more I found myself incredibly attracted to him.

  Why was this happening?

  Derek

  I stood there, staring at her.It was clear we had chemistry. There was just something magical about her gorgeous eyes and curves.

  She was everything I desired.

  But then I had to catch myself from fantasizing about Whitney . She was, after all, a temp, an employee, but the attraction between us could not be denied.

  There was no denying the attraction moving through my veins. I yearned to hold her close.

  She looked broken.

  We were both broken.

  Just two people searching for something, but what was it?

  I stepped back because I couldn't control the intense attraction between us.

  Her curves, her hips, her beautiful long hair, and her gorgeous skin drew me towards her.

  To be honest, my cock lurched in my pants at the sight of her.

  I groaned and stepped behind my desk because I didn't want her to notice my rising bulge.

  "This is fucking ridiculous,"

  I whispered underneath my breath.

  Why do I desire her this way, it hurts?

  I held up her resume and said to Whitney, "you have incredible qualities needed at this firm."

  She nodded and beamed.

  Then she said, "Thank you. I appreciate your saying that, so do I have the job?"

  I folded my arms and said, "Not only do you have the job. I think you could be permanent here."

  She smiled, her beautiful rosy lips beckoned for mine. Yet for some reason behind the smile, I noticed pain in her eyes.

  There's just something going on; I couldn't put my finger on it.

  I said to her, "Are you okay, Miss Knightley?"

  She looked away for a moment, then she turned back and said, "I'm okay, Mr. Rothschild. I'm grateful for this job because now I can pay my rent."

  And at that moment, my son Blake burst into my office demanding money.

  He paused and narrowed his eyes on Whitney. He said in a menacing voice that got me concerned, "What the hell are you doing here?"

  I shook my head, wondering if they knew each other.

  I thought that's not the way to talk to a queen. Has he lost his damn mind?

  How dare he raise his voice at her? I turned and said, "Blake!"

  Blake turned to me and asked, "dad, what is she doing here?"

  That's the moment Whitney 's eyes widened.

  She seemed surprised to learn Blake’s my son.

  But then before I could respond, he reached for her arm. I stopped him from doing so.

  "Blake, how dare you, Whitney’s my new assistant. Let go of her hand at once."

  Blake frowned and let go of Whitney’s arm. Then he stood back, looked at Whitney, and asked, "can I talk to you for a second?"

  Whitney trembled and nodded.

  I tried to stop him from taking her out of my office, but Whitney interjected and said, "Mr. Rothschild, it would only take a minute, please."

  I said, "okay."

  I folded my arms, watching as Blake stood next to her.

  I wondered what they were talking about because Blake spoke in hushed tones.

  Whitney

  Blake was something else. He accused me of going after his dad. The truth is, I just wanted a job to pay my bills.

  I tried to tell him I had no idea Mr. Rothschild was his father.

  He laughed, raked his hair, and said, "You are lying."

  I swallowed and told him, "Why wouldn't you believe me, Blake. Besides, I need this job, don't ruin it for me."

  He said to me, "I would appreciate it if you tell my father you don't want this job."

  Tears welled up in my eyes. I needed this job, and he knew it.

  Oh no, why would he say I don't need the job when I do!

  And that's when he finally said, "so that you know my father doesn't like fat fucks! Have you seen the way your legs look? Yeah, it's not appealing. My father likes women with thigh gaps."

  I looked at him teary eyed.

  Then I said, "what makes you think I'm interested in your father that way? I'm not. I'm just trying to keep my job."

  I cried and palmed my face. But he wasn’t done digging a knife through my chest.

  Blake leaned him and whispered into my ear, "we're done, Whitney. I have decided to date someone else. Tell my dad you quit, or I’d tell him everything about you. I will tell him you are only good for one thing, going down on your knees, and besides, you do not deserve this job. You can’t handle this job because you're nobody. You are nothing.”

  He kept scolding me, and I started to tear up, and then just like that, he walked away.

  He walked to his father and said, "I think she has something to tell you that. I have to go. I just came to let you know I could use some money, dad."

  I couldn't believe it; he completely switched from the way he spoke with me when speaking with his dad.

  Mr. Rothschild nodded and told him to leave the office. "I want to have a word with Whitney Alone."

  Blake protested.

  Mr. Rothschild growled and said, "leave now, Blake don't make it worse."

  And with that, Blake walked out the door.

  Derek

  I looked at her, noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. It hurt seeing her sad. I reached out to Whitney .

  Then I said to her, "don't let him break you. What's wrong?"

  I know it's not professional to hold an employee in my arms, but I couldn't help it. I wanted her to feel safe. I slid my arms around her because it's what she needed.

  She sobbed into my chest.

  I ran my fingers through her hair and murmured, "no man is worth this, Whitney . Did he hurt you?"

  She wiped the tears away from her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rothschild. I should never come here?"

  I assured her she did nothing wrong. Whatever Blake did was not her fault. I told her she is a queen. I let her know she's gorgeous and a true queen, and that's how she ought to be treated.

  "Whitney , I know I am Mr. Rothschild, but please call me Derek."

  She looked at me with widened eyes and said, "I don't understand."

  I said to her, "You no longer have this job. Instead, you are coming with me; I have bigger prospects for you, dear."

  She innocently looked at me and asked, “What do you mean when you say you have bigger prospects for me?"

  I smiled, held her hand, and said in a low voice, "You must be treated like a queen, and that's what I will do!"

  And with that, I intertwined my fingers in hers and led her to my Mercedes Maybach.

  She will see how a queen should be treated.

  The employees looked stunned the moment I stepped out with her. I told the Sharon, the office manager to cancel all my calls for the day. Surprised, she nodded and said, "Yes, Boss."

  I then led Whitney to the parking lot, opened the car door for her like a gentleman, and she got into my vehicle.

  She smiled and leaned in to open my car door. I thought, wow, she's thoughtful too. I got into the car, and we drove to my favorite restaurant in San Francisco.

  The moment we got to the restaurant, I told her I had something for her before stepping into the restaurant.

  I held her hand and led her to a nearby florist. I purchased a bouquet of twelve large beautiful red roses.

  She beamed and looked up into my eyes, stunned by my caring ways. But I was only getting started. I then led her into the restaurant.

  We stepped into the exclusive restaurant; this place required advanced seating. But of course, the maître d' recognized me and immediately sat us at my favorite table. I asked Whitney what she would like to order; she said, "I've never been to a place as fancy as this. Why don't you place the order? "

  I told her, "fair enough. "

  I ordered the Medium well salmon for her. She smiled, the moment th
e food arrived. That's the moment I asked a little bit more about her life. She told me she had a tough childhood. She also mentioned she was an orphan. For some reason, I knew we connected right there.

  And whatever it is we had, I didn't Want to let go.

  Once we got done with the meal, I took her by the hand and led her to the car.

  Then we drove to the most exclusive mall in San Francisco. I took her shopping at the most exclusive designer showroom. I asked her to pick whatever she wanted. She looked at me with wide eyes and said she didn't know what she wanted. I told her, OK, can I pick something for you. She nodded and said, "yes, please. "

  And with that, I picked out a couple of outfits. She smiled at me and mentioned she has never been treated this way. I said to her, "but you're a queen, and this is how you are to be treated, and this is how you will be taken care of if you are mine."

  She blushed and said in a little voice, "thank you so much for this. "

  That's the moment I said to her, “why don't you try on a couple of the dresses let me see how you look in them.”

  She smiled, and when I hadn't tried out a couple of dresses, she came out to show me she felt a little self-conscious at first about her legs. She said, "Blake doesn't like me and dresses. "

  I said to her, "we don't care what Blake thinks this is about you, Whitney . Do you like it? "

  She nodded and said, "yes."

  And so I told her, "you can take every dress, including this one."Stunned by my offer, she beamed.

  She looked incredibly happy, and of course, her happiness tugged at my heartstrings, and I was incredibly glad.

  Once we left the clothing store, I let her know I had to stop by the house.

  I had no intentions of doing anything with her.

  I just wanted her around me throughout the day.

  It just felt right to be next to her.

  She was an angel happy, loving, and friendly. She nodded and agreed to head over to my place.

  The moment we got there, I stepped into the foyer with her. Then I said, "I have to take care of a few things in the study, make yourself at home. "