Falling For Dad’s College Rival Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
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Falling For Dad's College Rival

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Flora Ferrari

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BROOKE
Any other function and I’d be glad to be my dad’s ‘date’. He’s supported me through everything and all on his own as the best single dad in the world. But his college reunion?
When he asks, the face I make says it all until I learn who else will be there. Dad’s adversary growing up through school and college was always Trent Latham. What started out as friendly competition ended in a bitter feud, apparently. And dad’s never forgotten.
Never came close to the level of success Trent enjoys either. Does dad really want to put himself through all that again? I mean. He hasn’t seen these people for over twenty years. Me on the other hand, I’ve kinda got a secret crush on Trent.
Not that a younger girl like me really stands a chance with an older guy like Trent, but a girl can dream. Or could I? It isn’t long before I realize that apart from raising me just right being my dad’s one true success, he stands a very real chance of losing me to his old rival too.
TRENT
Reunions aren’t my thing. Especially when I consider what an asshole I was to most people when I was younger, but age does mellow a man somewhat. So does success. Security. Money.
It can’t buy love, I know that for a fact. But it can make a man more confident and stable in life. Especially a man who already knows what he wants. Mike Wheatley will be there…
The thought makes my lip curl. He’s the one guy I used to look up to, even though he never knew it and thought very little about me himself. But I showed him in the end. I showed ‘em all.
Yeah, I was an arrogant Jock, flunked most classes but got all the scholarships, all the cash, and prizes a college football star got in those days. I made my way in life from there, never even thinking about Mike Wheatley much, until now.
Sure, I’ll go. Even if it’s just to stick it to him one more time. Fucking know it all. I heard he had a kid right after college, but his wife bailed. Boo-hoo.
When I see the angel on his arm when I get to the reunion, I figure he’s paid a lot of blue collar money to this girl for the night. Until she introduces herself.
His only daughter. I’m definitely not gloating now. The game’s just shifted up a notch and so’s the lump in my pants. She’s my whole reason for being here now. I’m suddenly thinking I might just like reunions after all.
****Falling For Dad’s College Rival is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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Chapter One

Brooke

“Nothing weird about it, sweetie. I know for a fact that a couple of us single parents are taking our adult kids with us. It’s not a ‘date’, just keeping your old man company at his reunion.”

My face feels tight like it might crack if I even try to speak.

“I told you about it weeks ago,” he chimes in, turning to scramble the eggs in the pan.

I kinda do remember him mentioning his college reunion, but after the incident with the Trent photo, I figured he wasn’t going.

We were putting some of my things up in the attic once I got home from college, all the stuff I won’t need anytime soon. When I happened across an old box of his own college stuff.

“Oh wow,” he’d exclaimed. “I thought all that had been thrown out years ago, after your mom…” but he never finished any sentences with the word ‘your mom’ in them.

Ignoring what he’d been about to say, he finished hefting my trunk into an empty corner and I start to pick through his dusty old box of memories. Pulling out a yearbook first and then a framed photograph.

Dad has never raised his voice at me, not ever. But as soon as he saw the picture, he snatches it from my hands and growled.

“And this! This isn’t your business either, gimme that!” he’d snapped, wrenching the back of the frame off and tearing the photo up into pieces right in front of me.

Apart from being shocked at my dad’s weird behavior, I also got to see enough, confirming the other two people in the photo from the yearbook after my dad had stormed off.

It was a picture of my dad, my mom, and my dad’s childhood buddy, Trent Latham.

Best buddies for life until something happened, which I guess I’ll never know.

Especially now.

I haven’t mentioned the incident since, but I have to admit, I’m surprised my dad’s even considering going to his college reunion, let alone asking me to go with him if that was how he’s likely to handle his past.

I kept the yearbook though, and after almost surprising myself by skipping over my mom’s photo, I can safely say it wasn’t hard to do.

Trent Latham though.

The man was a god back then, as much as he is today.

In fact, I think he’s even more handsome today than he was when he was my age, back in college.

Back then, Trent Latham was a college football star. The head jock, and by all accounts a bit of an asshole.

But my god, was he attractive, still is.

Did I mention that? I think I mentioned that.

“I guess Trent Latham won’t be there, at your reunion I mean,” I hear myself say a little too loudly, making my dad tense up.

He doesn’t turn around or even get angry, but I can see him grappling with his emotions before he finally relaxes a bit, laughing nervously to himself.

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry about the other week. I really lost it for a second, seeing that photo… It just brought back a lot of bad memories for me. Mostly about your—” he starts but doesn’t finish.

I know he wants to say ‘your mom’, but apart from knowing what he means by that near mention of her, I can tell it wasn’t about her that day and it’s not about her now either.

He lifts our eggs off the stove, and serving up some on each plate next to the toast and bacon he’s also prepared, he sits himself down opposite me, heaving a heavy sigh before he says anything else.

“Yeah. Trent Latham will be there, apparently,” he forces himself to say without being able to hide his chagrin but creasing his mouth in more of an ironic expression than a smile.

“He’ll be there, and the whole room… The whole college will be kissing his ass, as usual, telling him how great he was. Reminding us all just how great he is today,” he groans, frowning at his food after bringing the fork to his mouth, not even able to eat now.

“That’s why I want you to come with me, Brooke. As my friend as well as my only daughter I want to show off. I could use the moral support,” he murmurs, pouting as he gives me an overdone performance of puppy dog eyes I don’t think anyone could refuse.

“Well, if you say he’ll be there— I mean. If you need some moral support,” I say encouragingly, recovering my words enough to correct myself.

“Thanks, honey. It’d mean a lot.” He sighs, wrinkling his nose at his breakfast again and sipping some coffee before he notices the time.

“Ah, shoot. I gotta run,” he exclaims, leaping up from his chair and grabbing his jacket slung over the back of it, leaning over to kiss the top of my head on his way out.


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