Waiting on My Dad’s Former Friend: An Age Gap Romance

By Isla Chiu

At first, I sit across the booth, but he tells me, "Sit next to me. You know I don't bite."

 

Swallowing, I obey him. When I'm beside him, I'm all too aware of his scent–like lemon and vanilla, an intoxicating combination of sour and sweet.

 

He asks, "Aren't you going to ask me why I fell out with your father?"

 

Though I'm curious, I reply, "That's between you and my dad."

 

"We fell out over you."

 

I blink. "Over me? Why?"

 

"Your father asked me to help him with some of his debts. I told him I would give him money…on one condition."

 

Dad had–or has–debts? This is news to me. My father is an obsessive couponer and refuses to buy any clothes that don't come off the clearance rack.

"Why would that end your friendship?" I ask.

 

"Because the 'one condition' was having you."

 

WORD COUNT: 3,800

 

A sexy short story about a young woman and her dad's former friend! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Aug 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201281038

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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Author's note

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Waiting on My Dad’s Former Friend

OOH, WE HAVE A SILVER fox in the house, Ivy says, nudging me.

I look up, then feel my cheeks turn hot. Across the restaurant sits a man who is indeed a silver fox, but he’s not just any silver fox. He’s Mr. Campbell, my first crush and my father’s former–emphasis on former–friend.

Why is your face the color of ketchup? she asks.

I know him.

A grin breaks out across her face. Ooh, do we have Amelia Liu’s secret lover in the house?

"No. But when I was crushing on Mr. Campbell, I often fantasized about having an illicit affair with him. He’s Mr. Campbell. He used to be friends with my dad."

Used to be?

I sigh. They had a fight last summer, and apparently the fight was bad enough that it ended their friendship. Every year, my family would go to Mr. Campbell’s ridiculously lavish end-of-summer party at his mansion, but last July, Baba informed me