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Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

By:Cassandra Dee

Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad
Cassandra Dee


For everyone who's ever loved someone they weren't supposed to  …



The front door shut and I put down my small bag.

"Wow," I said softly, looking around, "nice place." "Nice" was bland, a  huge understatement given what I was looking at. Because the apartment  we'd just stepped into was grand beyond my wildest imagination, with  marble floors, a huge chandelier with sparkling lights, and even a  fountain tinkling lightly in the foyer. But I didn't want to seem  overwhelmed, didn't want to let on that I was a country girl in the big  city, so I nodded and smiled again, keeping it simple. "Really nice."

My boyfriend nodded dismissively, tossing his keys on a side table.

"Yeah, my dad can afford it," Jonah snorted. "Since Robert sold his  business last year, he's basically rolling in it, he could burn money if  he wanted," he added, voice dripping with scorn.

I was silent, sensitive to my boyfriend's tone. Having so much that you  could burn sounded good to me, but maybe it's because I'm from a poor  background, so know what it's like to scrimp and save, to not have  enough sometimes. But I guess as someone who's never had that  experience, Jonah was different. He looked at wealth as just plain old  money, and not something that you had to save, careful with every  dollar.

But I didn't want to get into it because we've only been dating two  months, hardly soulmates yet. So I looked around hesitantly once more  and asked quietly, "Will we be staying in the same room? Just let me  know where to put my stuff."

And Jonah let out another snort, his narrow chest rattling a bit.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head. "Honestly, I don't know what my dad  has been up to since the divorce. But to keep things kosher, we might as  well put our things in different bedrooms, it's not like this place  doesn't have enough space."

Because we'd been walking down a hall to the right, and it seemed there  was an endless row of doors, Jonah throwing them open randomly. Oh  right, this one had to be the master, with the huge dark bed inside and a  giant TV. He shut that door one quickly. But further on down the hall  was a guest bedroom with a medium-sized four poster decorated with a  comfy white coverlet and Jonah nodded his head.

"Why don't you take this one?" he grunted. "I think there's a bathroom  attached. You wanna get ready and meet me in about fifteen minutes?" he  glanced at his watch quickly, "The party's at Sarah's place, should be  rockin'."

And I nodded quickly.

"Sure, but where will you be sleeping?"

Jonah shrugged, unconcerned.

"I'll find another room, throw my stuff inside," he said vaguely. "Just meet me in the kitchen in fifteen."

And I nodded. It was weird that my boyfriend was being so elusive, but I  was used to Jonah being an odd duck. Sometimes I wondered what he saw  in me, his behavior was so strange, one moment hot, the next cold, all  of it a mushy mess. But I wasn't going to complain. The dorms had closed  for the holidays, and I didn't have a place to go. There was no way I  could afford a plane ticket home, and a hotel room was even more out of  the question. So I was grateful to be here, beyond relieved at my good  luck.

Because I'm really fortunate to be at Hudson University. My family's not  poor actually, we're fine, honest working class folk. It's just that  Hudson is a private school in New York City, something way beyond my  family's financial means, and it was a scholarship that made things  possible. But still, there were no extras, I scrimped and saved to  afford my books, and tried my hardest not to get caught up in the  luxurious lifestyle of some of my classmates with their designer clothes  and fancy laptops. But in the end, it didn't matter. Because even  though there wasn't much growing up, money isn't love and my parents  doted on me, really lavished me with affection, making me feel warm and  cherished, and I knew that my poverty was only a temporary state. With a  good job after graduation, I could hopefully live a comfortable  lifestyle once the paychecks started coming in.

But Jonah's family was different. Although I didn't know much about  them, I did know that his parents had divorced just recently, and it  made him prickly and odd. Or maybe he'd always been prickly, I'm not  sure. But according to him, his dad had done the whole divorced guy  thing after the papers were signed, buying this huge pad with all the  amenities. There was a giant projector TV in the living room, priceless  artwork decorating the walls, and shiny marble floors all throughout. It  was a far cry from my family's apartment growing up, what with my  handmade art projects decorating the walls and my mom's needlepoint that  read, "Home is Where the Heart Is" in curvy script. But again, I  wouldn't trade it for the world, I'd had an idyllic childhood.         



So yeah, Jonah and I are from different ends of the economic spectrum,  but that's okay because we're students at the same college, and college  is the great equalizer right? The day my acceptance letter arrived, both  my parents had been emotional, knowing that the big, bright world had  arrived on their daughter's doorstep.

"Oh honey," sobbed Trish. "This is so wonderful, you're going to be a fancy college girl."

"I'm so proud of you," nodded Bob. "Hudson's got so many resources,  you'll be able to find yourself a good job afterwards, become a  professional."

And I'd smiled at them.

"Mom, Dad, this is awesome," I said slowly, "but I'm worried about you.  The school's all the way in New York City, and I don't want to leave you  guys out here alone, thousands of miles away."

My mom and dad had both pshawed.

"No baby," said my mom, shocked. "Of course you have to go, this is the opportunity of a lifetime," she said firmly.

And my dad was just as adamant.

"Don't let those city folk in New York scare you. You're just as good as  any of them, and besides we'll be fine here. We were fine before you  were born, Ally, and we'll be fine again on our own," he said with a  wink. "We're so proud of you honey, so proud."

I nodded again, reminding myself that Trish and Bob had had lives before  I came along, even if I could hardly imagine it. To me, they were just  Mom and Dad, middle-aged people who loved bowling and bridge, with good  jobs at the local factory, and a homey, welcoming air. It was hard to  imagine them young once upon a time, but I guess it was true.

"We're so proud," said my mom again, beaming, "And just like Daddy says, enjoy yourself, don't be scared of the great unknown."

But little did they know how true their predictions were, because there  are a lot of rich kids at Hudson. On move-in day, I'd hopped off the  bus, struggling with my two suitcases, humping them up the hill to my  dorm. My parents couldn't afford the flight with me, but I'd assured  them it was okay, I'd be fine. By contrast, there were other freshmen  who'd pulled up in chauffeured black cars complete with a moving van,  unloading cart after cart of things, TV's, laptops, matching sets of  furniture, it was pretty crazy since we all had tiny dorm rooms. But  somehow they made it fit, cramming everything in.

And I'd met Jonah that first day, one of the aforementioned rich kids.  He'd shown up with three movers, directing them as they carried things  inside.

"That goes there, that one there," he'd directed imperiously. "My clothes are in that box, careful."

And I'd watched for a minute, astonished. Jonah was a good looking guy,  quite handsome in fact, just small. Even though I'm hardly a tall person  myself, he's only about two inches bigger than me, making him undersize  for a man. But you wouldn't be able to that from the way he was so  commanding, telling the movers what exactly went where.

"And my computer goes there," he'd said, "No fool! Not there, there!"

I'd turned. Honestly, I wouldn't have known where the computer went  either, there were two desks in his room, both big enough for the giant  flat-screen monitor he was losing his cool over. But maybe it was just  me. I only had my little laptop that was bump-proof and bang-proof.  Maybe if I had a giant plasma screen, I'd be just as sensitive.

So I cleared my throat slightly, hoping to get his attention.

"Hi, I'm Ally," I said.

The boy couldn't hear me over the racket, and besides he was too busy being the boss.

"No fool!" he scowled again. "That, there!"

I tried again, a little louder.

"Hi, I'm Ally," I said again, making sure my voice rang out above the  racket, the random thumping and crackling sounds of moving paper and  furniture. "I live down the hall."

And this time the boy swung around to look at me, his imperious  expression melting away once he got a look at me. It was kind of  embarrassing, but I'm used to it now. For most of my life I was a  beanpole, a stick-thin toothpick with no curves, like a twig almost. But  in the last six months, I'd filled out a lot and now I had curves to  stop traffic, literally a car had almost run into a fire hydrant last  week, the male driver staring at me with googly eyes, mouth open. And  Jonah was no different. Upon getting a glimpse of my generous shape, he  turned to face me, eyes appraising, running up and down, and then up and  down again. My heart dropped. I didn't like feeling like a piece of  meat, but at the same time, I needed a favor, one that maybe he could  provide.