Don't Tell Daddy: Older Man Younger Woman Romance

By Selina Coffey

He is my best friend's dad, my dad's friend, and my secret crush...

Richard Kane is the perfect guy! Sexy, charming, witty and a very successful lawyer. Can you blame me for falling for him? Growing up, I never imagined myself ending up with Naomi's dad. I haven't seen him since I went to Harvard Law, but now he's looking sexier than ever and he's asking me out! The problem is… My dad will not be happy. And Naomi? She's going to kill me! Besides… how could a player like him be happy with a virgin?

 

Author's Note: This is an older man younger virgin woman romance, with a little bit of mature scene, intended for adults only. This book is a 40k words story with HEA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lovy Books Ltd
• Release date: Aug 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223065494

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Angela Walters almost fainted when she stepped into the deluxe apartment. It was like being magically transported into a different world that she had always dreamed of. The apartment felt more like some country estate mansion than an apartment. It was two stories high with a huge staircase and more personal space than she had ever dreamed of.

Angela was actually fairly used to living in such comfort and luxury, but the difference this time is that it was all hers. She was not living under someone else’s roof. She could come and go as she pleased and she could live her life on her own terms without worrying a damn about what anyone else really thought.

At least that was the dream. Growing up the daughter of two wealthy fashion magnates, she was expected to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and give up any hopes of individuality. She had resented almost every party, every meet and greet she’d been asked to attend, and really everyday living in the house that she grew up in.

She loved her parents dearly, but she often felt that they expected her to be more of a trophy than a daughter. Her father, Robert Walters, had started the company when he was in his early twenties. It was called Elixir. It had been a dream of his to build a fashion empire that could rival all of the other top brands out there and even surpass them. He had succeeded splendidly well, but it had been a hard-fought road. Angela felt at times that she hardly knew her father and mother since she’d seen them only a few times a week due to their hectic schedules. Her mother had been one of the models that her father worked closely with during the early days of the company. They’d hit it off almost instantly and forged a romance that eventually turned into marriage. It sounded like a typical scenario, but her parents’ marriage was actually quite strong compared to most of the people in their social circle, whose marriages were almost shams. She suspected her parents’ success in marriage was largely due to the fact that they were both so ambitious and had a drive and desire to achieve.

Her mother was far more intelligent and ambitious than the average model. Angela had been told that she’d inherited her mother’s looks and her father’s business sense, but her parents had always failed to really see it. Her father had always ignored and scoffed at any indication she’d ever given him that she had an interest in modeling. There was something about the glamor and being desired that had piqued Angela’s interest since she was just a little girl. She had grown up around the industry and attended several fashion shoots from an early age. She did this at first, mostly because it was the only time she really got to spend near her father, but she quickly fell in love with the modeling side of things as well. All the women were so beautiful and everyone doted on them and loved them for it. They were constantly being showered with gifts and taken to fancy restaurants. Their lives were magical and Angela wanted to be a part of it.

But her parents had never let her pursue the passion. It was very important to them that she attend the best schools and get an impeccable education so that she could use her mind to do whatever she wanted. She used to think that they most likely expected her to help run the company with them; it was damn unlikely that they would ever retire. But as she got older, she realized that her parents did not want anyone touching the company they built, not even their own daughter.

That was fine with Angela because she really had very little interest in the business side of things, even though she’d majored in business as an undergrad. Her true passion had always been in modeling and Angela had never understood why her parents refused to take her seriously when she mentioned it. Her own mother got her start that way, but even she seemed dead set against Angela pursuing that path.

Of course, she could have tried to make it in the industry with other companies or even as a freelancer, but the competition was insane and the working conditions often less than ideal or even tolerable. That was the gamble that you took when you did not have the step up that she did. Angela knew from an early age that who you knew was often more important than how good you were. That was true in any business, especially the fashion industry. There were a million beautiful, model-quality women in the world, but a small handful were able to make a living with modeling and fewer still were able to become superstars.

So Angela bit her tongue repeatedly and set her sights on a different career path—law school. After graduating with her bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and a minor in Accounting near the top of her class, she was promptly accepted into Harvard Law. It was brutally tough, but she found that she excelled in legal thinking and that it came very naturally to her. She’d always had a great mind; perhaps that was why her parents had always tried to dissuade her from pursuing modeling. They wanted her to do something that would challenge her mentally.

Whatever the reason she found a second dream in law school. And a week ago she graduated from Harvard Law, summa cum laude. She was eighth in her class. It really bummed her out that she was not number one and she kept kicking herself, wondering if she’d slacked off one or two nights over the past three years and that made the difference. Oh well, she liked to have fun occasionally and it was pretty unlikely that this would make much difference to any prospective employers.

So, what do you think? Robert the landlord asked. He was an attractive man in his late forties who possessed a suave and charismatic quality to him that made him seem younger than the salt and pepper hair and few wrinkles on his face would suggest. It was difficult to tell beneath the expensive suit he was wearing, but she believed that he kept himself in great shape. He had the build of an aging man who still ran five miles a day and stayed active and athletic.

Too bad this one was married. Flirting with a married man was really not her style at all.

Since as far back as she could remember, Angela had always preferred older men. Some of her girlfriends thought it was odd, but she had not really dated anyone who was not at least ten years older than she was. There was just something about an older man—they were mature and distinguished, they knew what they wanted in life. And the men she liked had a passion for what they did and they were still hungry. They loved to achieve and after they achieved a goal they were setting new goals that they wanted to achieve. That was the type of man that had always lit her fire.

And they were usually not just after sex. Most of them had played the field and some had even settled down once and were now divorced. They were more focused on their careers than the notches on their bedposts.

This worked out great for Angela because she had never found a man who she had cared enough about to make love with. It would have shocked her friends to know that she was a twenty-two-year-old virgin. She was not a virgin because she did not have the opportunity, nor was she a virgin because she felt there was something morally or religiously wrong with sex outside of marriage. She wanted her first time to be special and amazing and she didn’t want to waste it on someone that she didn’t love with all of her heart and someone who didn’t love her just as much.

Sure, that was old-fashioned thinking, but it was the way Angela had always felt. She had desires like everyone else and there had been many times in her life that she considered chucking it down the drain and just getting it on, but she had the presence of mind to know that she would hate herself after. Sex was a big deal to her and losing her V-card was only going to happen once. She didn’t want to just squander it on anyone.

It’s fabulous! Angela exclaimed. She didn’t mean to let on that she was so enthusiastic, but she could not help herself. As Richard led her up the stairs, she looked out over the open living area and felt like she was in some sort of a museum. Everything was so huge and opulent, but with a modern flair that was stylish.

The décor was fascinating. As she entered the upstairs rooms, each and every one had been decorated in a different style. One bedroom had a renaissance type of feel, whereas another room had a rustic, Old West type of style. It felt like she was entering some sort of time machine with each step she took and the effect was dizzying and intense. She loved the place.

This apartment was the fourth that she had looked at today and she loved it more than all of the others combined. There had been things she’d liked about the others, but this was by far the keeper. It felt like home and it was beyond her wildest dreams.

Since she was a teenager she had dreamed about this day. This was the day she claimed her own place in the world and moved away from the clutches of her parents. This was what she had been working towards for so long. Of course, even though she was starting her new job as an associate at the law firm of Keel and Lutz, she would never have been able to afford this place. It was going to take years of dedicated hard work to get to that level. But when she was twelve her grandmother had given her some savings bonds. It was time to cash them in and enjoy her new home.

So, you’re an attorney? Robert asked.

Yes, that’s right, Angela said. She didn’t feel like going into the specifics of what she did with him. So for now, she would agree that she was just an attorney.

Aren’t you a bit young? Robert asked coyly with a smile.

Angela wasn’t sure whether to be insulted and jab him back or just smile and nod. It was possible that he was flirting with her. It was probably part of his gimmick to get people to sign on the dotted line. Or maybe he really was interested in more. Angela had a firm rule against dating involved, and especially married, men. But she didn’t mind playing along and letting him waste his time.

I’m twenty-two, Angela said. So, I am younger than most.

Wow, you must have graduated high school early, Robert said.

Not quite. I was one of a few students enrolled in a Post-Secondary Enrollment Option that allowed me to earn college and high school credits at the same time. So basically, when I graduated high school I already had two years of college credits in too.

Robert seemed a bit taken aback, but the smile quickly reappeared across his handsome face.

Well, you must be wicked smart then. Beauty and brains—what a catch, Robert said.

Angela smiled at him with a glare in her eyes. Let’s keep things solely professional, Mr. Haynes.

Robert, please.

I prefer Mr. Haynes, Angela replied as she walked out of the last room at the end of the hall. It was a perfect lounge room or possibly a library that could house her massive book collection.

Robert hurried to catch up with her as she descended the steps.

So, what do you think about the apartment? It’s amazing, right? Robert asked.

Angela glanced around once again and confirmed to herself that it was the right place for her.

I’ll take it.

Wow, we’re going to have so much fun here!

Angela had to laugh at the excitement of her closest and oldest friend, Naomi Kane. She had just finished the third tour of the apartment and checking out the moving men who were just finishing up. Naomi was the biggest horndog that Angela knew and she often felt that part of the reason they had remained friends for so long was because it was so entertaining to watch Naomi shamelessly flirt with every guy who was remotely good-looking. Naomi really had no type and Angela always had the impression that Naomi hooked up with a lot more guys than she ever told anyone about.

I know, right! Angela said as Naomi wrapped her arms around her. If there was ever anyone that she knew whose looks she might have been intimidated by, it was Naomi. The girl was almost five-feet-ten-inches tall and she was possessed with a superhuman metabolism that allowed her to effortlessly keep that waif figure that every model Angela knew starved themselves to obtain. Life was just not fair sometimes.

But Angela knew better than anyone that