Prom Night with My Boyfriend's Dad: An Age Gap Romance

By Isla Chiu

Something electric courses through me when he caresses my knuckles.

I force myself to clear my throat. "It's getting late. I should get going."

"You should stay the night."

Though I don't want to go home, I say, "Oh, thanks for the offer, but–"

"Allow me to correct myself. You are staying the night." In a softer voice, he adds, "Don't think I haven't noticed the anxious look in your eyes whenever you mention home."

He's a lot more observant than his son. I say without any real conviction, "I wouldn't want to impose…"

He says dryly, "I have five unused guest rooms. You wouldn't be imposing."

To avoid something messy, I should insist on going home.

Instead, I let my ex-boyfriend's dad take my hand, and we go up his long white staircase.

Does some part of me love mess? I'm beginning to think the answer is yes.

 

WORD COUNT: 6,900

 

A sexy short story about a young woman and her ex-boyfriend's dad!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Feb 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215204375

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 favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. 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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Prom Night with My Boyfriend's Dad

DO YOU KNOW WHERE NOAH is? I ask Maria and Patricia, who both run in the same social circles as Noah, aka my boyfriend and supposed prom date. However, instead of dancing with Noah, I've been sitting at a table alone for the last two hours while eating cupcakes and waiting for him to respond to any of my many texts. Definitely not how I wanted to spend my final high school dance.

Simultaneously, Maria and Patricia say, Um, and look at each other in a manner I would call suspicious as hell.

I grit my teeth. Is there something you're not telling me?

Patricia scratches the back of her neck nervously, then sighs. If I were in your shoes, I would want someone to tell me, so I'm going to tell you. Her hazel eyes turn wide. But please don't shoot the messenger.

My heart plummets. This is going to be bad. Okay, I won't get mad at you.

Patricia exhales again. Noah is... Well, you see, um...

Maria blurts out, Noah is making out with Jimmy in the single-user restroom.

I blink, then blink again. That is a lot of information to process.

So my boyfriend is cheating on me. Not only that, but he might also be gay or bisexual. Now, if he were just making out with any guy, I would get mad at first because he knows perfectly well what I think about cheaters–i.e., I think they're selfish assholes.

But my anger would have faded, I think. Our small town in Ohio isn't exactly known for having the most open-minded population, so I would understand why Noah felt the need to make out with guys in secret.

But he's cheating on me with Jimmy.

There are a few guys named Jimmy in my high school, but I already know which Jimmy is in the restroom with my boyfriend. Jimmy fucking Myers. The school's quarterback and the guy who put a dead cat in my locker in 3rd grade and left this charming note: Here's dinner for you, Miss Ching Chong.