Claimed By My Ex's Dad

ALISTER'S POV

It all started with a typical bachelor party.

I hate bachelor parties. Always have. They're just a strange excuse for men who can't face the fact that their youth is slipping away to pretend they're still young, still free, still... wild.

But of course, that never stops anyone from throwing one, does it? Timothy, my long-time friend, had insisted I come to his bachelor party, and of course, I didn't have the heart to turn him down. He insisted, practically begged me to come.

"It's tradition, Alistair," he said, like I didn't already know that. What he didn't know was that marriage was a tradition I had no interest in. Let alone a bachelor party with everyone acting like complete fools.

Even though I'd rather have been doing anything else-catching up on work, having a quiet drink alone, hell, even dealing with the constant flood of emails would have been nice. But no, I was stuck in a fancy hotel suite in the middle of the night, surrounded by half-dressed men, shots of tequila, and strippers who won't stop dancing my way. Tempting the shit out of me.

What were we celebrating again? The end of freedom? The beginning of... whatever it was men convinced themselves they were entering?

My mind got carried away till I noticed one of the stripper, who had been eyeing me for the last ten minutes like I'm some kind of meal ticket.

A tan skin beauty with long dark hair, and curves that knew how to move had her eyes set on me. And trust me I was digging into it. She wore a deep red lace bra barely holding her in, a matching thong that sat low on her hips, and thin gold chains around her waist that caught the light when she moved. Black heels made her legs look endless.

She avoided every guy in the room and only strolled my way, handing me shots after shot of tequila while she giggled. Until it was her turn to get a chance with the pool that she let me breathe a little from the drinks. The broad was sexy, I'll give the guys credit for finding her and the little man between my legs seemed excited for her long legs.

She did her magic on stage while the guys whistled and hyped her performance. I force my way out to the balcony for a breather. The urge to hurle had my head spinning and I wasn't ready to make a fool out myself amongst the fools already out there. I took the seat by the railing and rested my head on the back. Letting the alcohol settle in as the fresh air made my nerves calmer.

The balcony door clicked open and slowly slips in the tan broad who was meant to be working her way on reaping her audience off. She stood in front of me, taking her time gobbling me up with her eyes. Waiting patiently for me to give her an order or a command maybe.

"Kneel"

I ordered and she did.

A very obedient broad it seems., spreading my legs wider, she slipped in-between and rested her chin on the surface of my trousers. Grinning at the fact the little guy was starting to wake up from his nap. Her finger trailed at my zipper, fighting back her eagerness to reap my trousers open to sink her teeths into them.

"Don't keep me waiting."

I growled and her eyes lit up, unbuckling my belt with ease at a slow pace.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down on the table to see his name lighting up the screen

"Hey, Dad,"

comes the voice on the other end of the phone. It's Sutter. My son.

"Yeah, buddy?"

I grunt, doing my best to keep it together. The stripper's hand already had my fly open and manoeuvering her way to get my dick out.

"What's up ?How's the training coming along?"

"Good, Good. Actually I've got big news"

My dick came flying out next

"I'm- I'm all ears!"

I swallowed a grone as her lips came in contact with the cap of my dick.

"I got the job,"

Sutter says, his voice a mix of pride and excitement.

"The tech gig in China. I'm leaving this coming weekend. I thought I'd tell you first."

I try to keep my voice steady.

"That's great, Sutter. Really proud of you."

A small chuckle bubbles up in my chest as the stripper shower kisses

around me. Giggling at my reaction to her touch.

I suppress another groan quickly, but it's hard. So damn hard.

He goes on and on about the trip and how bad he felt for missing our monthly father and son bonding we did. Promising to make it back to me but in all honesty I wasn't paying attention.

I tried to focus on what he was saying, but the stripper-bless her-was way too distracting. I had completely zoned out of the conversation as she... well, let's say she got a little more enthusiastic.

My son, on the other end, must have caught onto my distraction.

"Dad? You there? What's going on? You sound... preoccupied."

I pulled the phone away from my face for a second, trying to stifle a grin.

"Ah, yeah. Just multitasking."

I say, glancing down at the stripper who's currently giving me more attention than I've gotten in a while.

She takes in a deep glup of my dick. A strain hiss escapes my lips before I chuckled again to hide my predicament.

"Oh, so you're getting blown off again, huh?"

he chuckled

"Just like old times, huh?"

Teasing me further as we both laughed,

"Come on, son. I'm a grown man. I can handle a little distraction."

"Just make sure you don't get any ideas, okay? I'm only 29. I'm not ready for a step-sister just yet,"

he joked, his voice taking on a more mocking yet serious tone.

"I wouldn't count on it,"

I respond, trying to hold back the laugh that's begging to come out.

"I'll try to keep it under control. You know how I am."

"You're never in control, Dad,"

he shoots back.

"Don't you know that by now? Anyway, just... be careful, alright? I don't need to find out you're marrying some stripper before I'm even settled."

"You're right about one thing,"

I reply, rubbing my forehead, trying to keep my composure while the stripper works her magic with her tongue. Edging me closer to exploding all over her gorgeous tanned face.

"But I'm not marrying her. I Promise."

"I'll believe it when I see it. Be careful, alright? You might just end up with more than you bargained for."

"Don't worry, son. I'll handle it,"

"Well, that's a relief. You'll be fine, old man. Just... try not to get yourself too distracted. And don't forget to wear a condom."

I chuckled lightly. Zoning out again

"You've got it, kid. Take care of yourself over there."

"Yeah, yeah. Call you later, Dad."

"Later."

I said, hanging up the phone.

Sutter's right. I've been distracted, all right. By something far more interesting than anything I've ever encountered at any bachelor party I've agreed to go on.

I look down at the stripper, now practically crawling on top of me, her hips swaying in a rhythm that no man could possibly ignore. As much as I want to stay here and pretend like I'm not enjoying this. A man urge to fuck the living daylights out of her is hard to beat. I'm a man with needs. And right now, those needs are pressing.

I stand up quickly, motioning for her to follow me. Without a word, she does, practically trailing behind me as I guide her toward the back room, away from the other guys and their Endless chatter. The door clicks shut behind us, and I waste no time. I grab her, pulling her into me, kissing her roughly. My hands move over her body, pulling off the little things she called clothes off her with a hunger I can't even explain. She's willing. Oh, so willing. And I need this. Now.

The night's only just begun, and I've got plans. Dark, dirty plans that leave me excited.

ALISTAIR'S POV

The light creeping in through the blinds felt like a spotlight to my skull. The headache was relentless and troubling, pounding in sync with the rhythm of my thoughts causing at me for being so damn reckless last night

as I slowly peeled myself from the tangled mess of sheets.

I groaned, my hand reaching for the bedside table to grab my phone, squinting at the screen, hoping to escape the constant buzzing. Notifications flooded in-emails, missed calls, text messages. My head throbbed, the noise somehow even more aggravating than the hangover.

Fuck, it too early for this shit.

With a curse under my breath, I hit the "accept" button on the call from my business partner, Marcus, trying to drown out the buzzing in my skull.

"Alistair, good morning,"

came Marcus's voice, calm and casual, though I could hear the faint edge of urgency.

"I hope you're not too far gone yet. I still need you alive, I can't handle all this shit on my own"

He nagged

"Morning to you to Marcus"

I groaned, forcing out the sarcasm while he chuckled at my misery.

"I've got news about your business meeting for later."

I winced, trying to focus through the haze of my headache.

"Marcus, it's too damn early for this. Can't a man enjoy his weekend in peace."

"You're telling me!"

he chuckled lightly.

"I was just getting to the good part of my weekend but duties calls"

He groans and I follow in response.

"Anywho, your flight's been bumped up from this evening to 2 PM this afternoon. The business deal's being moved up. I've already confirmed your car's on the way, but you'll need to hurry."

I stared at the ceiling, my mind already racing as I calculated the time. It was already 10 AM. Two hours.

Fuck.

"Alright. I'll get ready. Thanks for the heads-up at least."

I grunted, already putting the phone down before Marcus could say anything else.

I let my phone fall back onto the bed, shutting my eyes for a brief second, but the headache didn't let up. Every movement I made seemed to make it worse, like someone was driving a nail into my temple with every second.

I think now I remember why I don't go out drinking anymore. I tend to get myself carried away and act like an utter fool then deal with the regret after. So many regrets...

A soft, teasing laugh broke the silence, and I blinked, realizing the tan beauty from last night was still in bed next to me. She hadn't left. She was half-naked, her body a glorious sight with those curves still fresh in my mind from last night's madness.

She was lounging lazily, her eyes meeting mine with an amused grin.

"I didn't think you'd wake up like this,"

she teased, her voice husky with that same playfulness from earlier.

I smirked, rubbing my temple.

"Does it always take this much to wake me up?"

She giggled, shifting closer.

"It does but maybe I could try a new tactic on waking you up. What do you say?"

She asks playful, digging her hand underneath the covers. I rolled my eyes, but it was hard to ignore the fact that she was still damn attractive. And damn good at what she does, too.

I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed, running away from any more foul play or else, I'll miss my flight. My legs reached the ground and my skull paid the price.

"Sorry sweetheart but I'm a busy man. Guess I'm going to have to rush. Got a damn flight to catch."

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze following my movements as I pushed myself off the bed and on my feet. Letting the cover's fall off revealing my morning glory.

"Business deal?"

"Yeah,"

I muttered, already feeling the pressure building up from the change of plans.

"Something I can't afford to miss."

Moving toward the closet, my head still spinning as I tried to shake the sleep from my body. The headache wasn't giving up.

"Need help with that?"

she asked, her voice low, smooth, and seductive as she toyed with the hem of her red lace bra, still half-exposed.

I glanced back at her, amused by the confidence.

"Not right now, sweetheart. But I'll take a rain check."

She chuckled softly, watching me, her eyes half-lidded with a sense of hunger and need I had to ignore.

"You're always in a rush, aren't you? Businessman, boss of the world, and all that?"

I paused, eyeing her for a moment as I got a clean towel around my waist.

"Not exactly. But today's an exception. You've got a deadline to meet when you're in my world."

Her smile widened as she slowly propped herself up on her elbows.

"Alright, I get it. You're a man on the move. Big deal."

She shrugged. With a deep sigh, I walked to the bathroom to get myself clean. A knock came on the door with some fresh set of clean clothes before I stepped out of the shower. Taking my time to dress, I got myself ready and shoved my phone into my pocket.

I stood, glancing at her one last time as she lounged, still half-naked and clearly enjoying herself. I walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her.

"I have to run, but I'm not leaving without doing this."

She smiled, leaning in without hesitation, her lips soft but demanding as they met mine. I kissed her deeply, my hand sliding to her neck, pulling her closer, the warmth of her body making everything else fade for a brief moment.

I pulled away slowly, breathing heavier than I wanted to admit, and stood. Reaching for my wallet, I pulled out a thick band of cash, without counting it then dumped it on the bed.

"Treat yourself, you deserve it."

I said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"You were... amazing last night."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but the blush creeping onto her cheeks was unmistakable. She looked down at the money, then back at me with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr Luxander,"

she said quietly, her fingers brushing the bills before tucking them underneath her pillow. I guess she's the modest type and not the type to demand more for a service that wasn't satisfactory. I like her.

I smirked at her sincerity then gave her a quick nod and moved toward the door, but I paused before leaving, glancing back at her.

"You're welcome. Take care of yourself."

And with that, I left.

I made my way down to the waiting car, trying not to think about the beautiful woman still lying half-naked in my bed. The car door slammed shut behind me, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

The ride to the airport was quick. No traffic, no delays. Just smooth sailing to the airport. And before I knew it, I was walking through security, trying to ignore the way the pressure in my skull made everything feel ten times heavier.

Once I boarded the plane, I sank into my seat, closing my eyes for a moment, and forced myself to relax. My phone buzzed in my pocket, revealing a message from Timothy.

"Thanks for coming, Alistair. Really appreciate you making time for this. I hope you can make it to the wedding."

I stared at the text for a second, then smiled before replying.

"Wouldn't miss seeing you getting sold off to the lucky lady. Congratulations on the wedding, Timothy."

He replied with a laughing emoji and I switched off my phone, tossing it into my pocket as the plane started to taxi down the runway. The final boarding announcements played, and I reclined in my seat, letting out a deep breath.

I just hoped I could make it through the rest of the day without more surprises. But with the way things had been going, I wasn't holding my breath and counting my chances.

ALISTAIR'S POV

"I'm done. I am so fucking done."

I muttered, leaning back in my black leather seat, staring out of the window of the car, watching Boston's busy streets blur by. I'd arrived on time for the meeting, punctuality being one of my strong suits and expected to blow them out of the water with my pitch. But somehow, the entire thing was a disaster.

The presentation was a mess. My employees? Completely all over the place. I could see the panic in their eyes as they fumbled through the slides like nervous college freshmen giving their first-ever PowerPoint presentation. The whole thing was a colossal embarrassment. I felt secondhand humiliation just watching them fail so spectacularly.

I had to step in, save face, and cover for every single mistake they made, all while keeping a calm, collected smile plastered on my face. That's the part they never tell you about being a boss: you spend more time cleaning up after others than actually running the damn company.

At least I managed to salvage the deal but barely. One bad meeting wasn't going to ruin the reputation we'd built over the years. Sure, we were ranked the fourth-best entrepreneur business in the U.S., but all that could slip in an instant if I wasn't careful.

And then my assistant... Jesus Christ. She handed me the wrong files for the pitch. Instead of the updated expansion plans, I opened the folder to find last quarter's reports. In front of the investors. I had to think on my feet, make up numbers on the spot, and pretend like everything was fine-covering for her incompetence while acting like I had the situation under control.

As if that wasn't bad enough, one of the investors pulled me aside during the break. Apparently, my assistant wasn't just terrible at her job-she was also trying to sleep her way into better deals. She spent the entire meeting shamelessly flirting, even suggesting a "private discussion" later. The investor found it amusing. I didn't.

The second the meeting ended, I fired her without hesitation. I don't have time for that kind of bullshit.

I don't even remember the last time I got a full night's sleep. I was dying for at least twelve hours of rest. That's all I wanted-to lie down, close my eyes, and disappear into unconsciousness.

I picked up my phone to check on my hotel booking, already feeling the exhaustion creeping up on me. I was supposed to stay at a place near the airport, hoping for a quiet night. But when I called the front desk to confirm, they hit me with some bullshit excuse about a "system malfunction."

You've got to be kidding me.

I could already feel my headache making a dramatic comeback. I glanced at my driver, who was waiting for me to state the next destination, but I was too hung up on figuring out why today had to be such a goddamn disaster. Maybe the hangover still hadn't settled. Yeah, that had to be it.

I'm not getting a good night's sleep tonight, am I?

I ran through my options: I could find another hotel, but most of the good ones were already booked. Maybe go to a brothel and crash with some blonde, but I was too fucking exhausted to get my dick up.

Then I remembered Sutter. He lived around here. Had a place of his own now, right? I could crash there. Hell, I hadn't seen the kid in a while anyway-why not take advantage of the situation?

I pulled out my phone, searching for his number. The one person in this godforsaken world I could always count on. We've always had an... interesting relationship. He's a good kid at heart, smart, ambitious, but stubborn as hell and a playboy like his old man. Sometimes I wished he didn't take after me so much, but what can I say? Like father, like son.

I pressed the call button and waited. After a few rings, his voice came through, clear as day.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?"

"Hey, kid. How's the world treating you today?"

I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the pile of shit I was dealing with.

"I mean, it's alright. You know, same old, same old. Just heading out of town,"

he replied casually.

I frowned.

"You're heading out of town? Where the hell are you going now?"

"I'm at the airport, Dad. About to board a flight,"

Sutter said.

"Told you I was flying off to China this weekend. Don't tell me you forgot already."

I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face.

"Shit. For the tech gig, right? It totally slipped my mind, bud."

He laughed.

"I knew calling you while drunk was a bad idea."

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat.

"Yeah, yeah. Try explaining that to the migraine that's out to get me. Work's been a mess, son. Sorry it slipped."

"It's cool, Dad. You've got shit to do, and so do I. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Alright, alright,"

I said, already feeling guilty.

"But listen, here's the thing-I'm in Boston right now, and my hotel's screwed me over. It's a mess. Can I crash at your place tonight?"

There was a brief pause before he answered.

"Yeah, sure. But Dad, I'm boarding now, so I won't be reachable once I land. I'll text you the passcode. Just take your time. You can use my place, no problem."

I exhaled a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Thanks, Sutter. I owe you one. Just... don't forget about me, alright?"

He chuckled.

"Wouldn't dream of it. But hey, take it easy, okay? No need to rush. My place is all yours."

"Alright, kid. Take care of yourself. Have a safe flight. And don't get into any trouble while I'm not around."

"Sure thing, old man,"

he laughed, voice a mix of amusement and warmth.

"Catch you later."

We hung up, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. At least I had a place to crash tonight.

"Take me to 1234 Ashford Street,"

I said to my driver. He nodded, and without another word, the car sped off, cutting through Boston's maze of streets.

It wasn't the restful night I'd hoped for, but Sutter's place would do. I could at least get a few solid hours of sleep.

But first, I needed to make sure everything was in order for the next round of business.