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  My Bully’s Dad

  A Forbidden Romance

  Cassandra Dee

  Copyright © 2020 by Cassandra Dee

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  To all the girls who’ve been bullied, and then exacted a sweet revenge.

  This one’s for you!

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  The Forbidden Fun Series

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  My Mom’s Husband

  My Best Friend’s Dad

  My Son’s Girlfriend

  My Mom’s Fiancé

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  My Best Friend’s Husband

  My Brother’s Teammates

  My Fiancé’s Twin Brothers

  The Neighbor Next Door

  My Dad’s College Friends

  My Bully’s Dad

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Beautiful Ward

  Falling for My Enemy

  The Double Series

  Double Dare

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  The Dirty Series

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  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle

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  Sold to Him

  His Filthy Game

  The Dirty Set-Up

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Virgin for Sale

  Anonymous Encounters

  The #BABYCRAZY Series

  #BABYMACHINE

  #BABYMAKER

  #BABYFEVER

  #BABYCRAZY

  In Love with Menage

  All the Best Men

  Their Secret

  It’s a Deal

  Just One Night

  Just One Night, Vol 1

  Just One Night, Vol 2

  Just One Night, Vol 3

  Just One Night, Vol 4

  The Manning Brothers

  Just One More

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  Just Two Much

  Just The Tip

  The Dial-A-Date Series

  The President My Lover

  Client No. 6

  Bad Cop

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  Three Rockstars of Sin

  Shared

  Shared, Vol. 1

  Shared, Vol. 2

  Shared, Vol. 3

  Shared, Vol. 4

  The Claiming Her Series

  Claiming Her In The Ring

  Claiming Her In The Pool

  Claiming Her At The Bar

  Claiming Her As A Daddy

  Claiming Her In the Forest

  The Boss Series

  My Boyfriend’s Boss

  Pregnant by My Boss

  Pregnant by the CEO

  The His Series

  His Captive

  His Woman

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  His Christmas Gift

  Daddy Academy

  Daddy Academy

  Standalones

  Don’t Fall For Me

  Tie Me Up Daddy

  Paying My Boyfriend’s Debt

  Beg Me

  Prison Fling

  Cocky AF

  Iron Soldier

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Small Town Secrets

  The President and the Starlet

  His Baby

  Buying a Bride

  The Billionaire’s Kitten

  Closer

  Loving the Babysitter

  Daddy’s Rich Enemy

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Contents

  About This Book

  1. Tilly

  2. Tilly

  3. Tilly

  4. Mike

  5. Tilly

  6. Tilly

  7. Mike

  8. Tilly

  9. Tilly

  10. Tilly

  11. Tilly

  12. Mike

  13. Tilly

  14. Mike

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: My Dad’s College Friends

  Sneak Peek: The Neighbor Next Door

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Tilly’s having a hard time at school. The curvy girl is constantly picked on because of her size, and one day mean girl Samantha literally slaps her on the face with a sandwich while making oinking noises. This gets them a meeting with the principal, where Tilly meets Samantha’s gorgeous dad, Mike.

  * * *

  Michael Nelson has had it with his daughter. Sam is spoiled, nasty, and rude, just like his ex. But when he meets his daughter’s victim, suddenly, he knows exactly how he’s going to make it up to the luscious curvy girl … because he’s going to give Tilly a baby as reparation!

  * * *

  Hey Readers - There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING, realistic about this story, but that’s what makes it so delicious! Tilly gets back at Sam by making a baby with Sam’s dad, and never did revenge feel so sweet. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers. You’ll love the story, I promise! Xoxo, Cassandra

  1

  Tilly

  “Look at those abs! Ow-wooooo!”

  Nicole is holding up a book and running her finger seductively down the abs of the man on the front cover, while suggestively tracing her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. I cover my mouth to hush my laughter.

  “Stop, would you? Oh my god, you’re so bad!”

  We giggle again, but continue staring at the cover. It’s okay because Nic and I know one another well. She’s my best friend and has been since the sixth grade, when we were paired up for a science fair project. I am pretty sure, however, that we would have eventually gravitated towards each other even without the science fair.

  After all, we were part of the small portion of students in the class that was actually looking forward to the project. We were both outsiders at our school, observing but not so much participating; both heavy-set, awkward, and total bookworms. We’re the type that sits quiet in the back of the classroom, yet secretly hanging on to our teachers’ every last word. Is it bad to love learning? It certainly seems like it some days, given the teasing that comes my way.

  But Nicole and I bonded quickly our sixth-grade year, especially after our project won second place in the science fair contest. Our hypothesis was that we could get a battery to produce energy from lemon juice, and it did! The red ribbon looked so nice, and I was beaming with happiness when I saw it.

  After the fair, our parents took us to celebrate at a local Connie’s Pizza, one of the classic Chicago-land pizzerias where patrons can write in sharpie on the brick walls while they wait for their order. I remember the red and white checkered table cloths, and the dim, vintage light fixtures hanging above them. I can still smell the sweet, sugary sauce in the air, wafting off the iconic pizza pies. Plus, if I had to guess, “Tilly & Nicole BFFS Forever” is still written in big letters above the old pizza oven built into the wall in the main dining room.

  But yeah, our nerdiness hasn’t worn off even years later, and we aren’t exactly the cool kids in high school. While most people our age are sneaking down to the field across from the train tracks at night to drink vodka and orange juice, we prefer to hit the town bowling alley and gush over our latest reads while knocking down some pins. That’s not to say we don’t get a little crazy here and there. Wild and fun just have a different meaning to us than to most of the masses. For example, once in a while, we like to play an entire bowling set only allowing trick shots; Nicole’s granny roll is almost better than her regular throw at this point. It’s hilarious, but anyone would laugh upon seeing it.

  Plus, we’ve lucked out with our schedules this year. We have over half of our classes together, and this thankfully includes homeroom and lunch. Our homeroom period is in the school library, giving us daily opportunity to gush over the romance novels stacked in the bins lining the back wall of the room.

  It’s a little sad because there are no real-life boys interested in us, so we make up for it by pining over the male models on our favorite trade paperbacks. Today, Nicole is ogling a Fabio-inspired man on the cover of Through the Open Window. We’re just goofing around, but deep down we both know that we would kill for a man like this one: he has dirty blonde hair flowing down to his shoulders, and piercing blue eyes above a deadly sharp jaw line. I can’t help but fixate on the trickle of sweat making its way down and over his washboard abs, which of course draws my eyes to that tight v-formation just at the top of his faded blue jeans. Neither of us have ever seen a man like that in real life.

  Nicole swings her bouncy brown
curls over her shoulders as she spins around to show me the cover of the next book in the bin. Behind her oversized glasses, her eyes are practically bulging with excitement.

  “Are you seeing this Tilly? Can you imagine bringing a man like him to prom? I can see Samantha and her little posse already. The looks on their faces would be absolutely priceless.”

  Samantha is the leader of the mean-girl brigade at Riverdale High. I’ve seen her knock a girl’s books out of her hands, causing all her belongings to spill into the busy hallway. Her top lieutenant, Chelsea, broke a guy’s glasses earlier in the year, when she “accidentally” stepped on them after he had momentarily dropped them on the floor. And they’re infamous for hazing freshmen, convincing them to hand over their lunch money and neat gadgets in exchange for social approval. It’s a scandal in and of itself because said approval is never truly gained, no matter how much you bend to the will of the Samantha gang.

  The girls in her posse, Chelsea, Shannon, and Jen, are nasty in their own way, but I get the sense that their bad behavior really derives from Samantha. That girl is the true root of evil. I wonder why her personality is so twisted and awful. Was she abused as a child? What could possibly be going on in that twisted blonde head?

  But Nicole giggles again, bringing me back to the present.

  “Oh my god, if he were my prom date, I’d die of ecstasy. Just die!” she titters.

  I giggle myself.

  “Ugh, I couldn’t even. If Mr. Hunk-a-licious here suddenly came to life in front of us, I would just be a blubbering mess. I’ll stick to keeping him in book form for now,” I respond with an overdramatic eye roll.

  “That’s fine, because I don’t think you’re going to be doing a whole lot of talking if you meet a man like that, if you know what I mean,” Nicole retorts with a wink.

  We both break out into uncontrollable laughter. We are shushing each other between giggle fits, telling the other to knock it off so we don’t get in trouble with the school librarian. And just as we both start to get it under control, the other one spontaneously loses it again.

  “Mrs. Morrison is going to kick us out! I am NOT getting my first detention senior year. You’ve got to stop making me laugh, Nicole!” I sputter between gasps.

  At this she goes off the deep end for some reason and starts belly laughing so hard that she is bent over and holding her side.

  “Oh my god, it hurts so much!” she exclaims, and accidentally lets out an unladylike snort. This sets me off real good. The two of us are notorious for getting ourselves into these obnoxious giggle-fits. But it’s not our fault because the harder you try to stop it, the more the laughter rolls in.

  Suddenly, an ominous shadow descends over our seating area, and I look up. Is it the librarian? My body goes still upon seeing who it is, and immediately, I elbow my friend in warning.

  2

  Tilly

  Something thunks me in the back and I literally jolt forward from the impact.

  “What? What was that for?” I ask helplessly while staring at my assailant. My laughter stops abruptly when I see Rob, his face lit with evil excitement.

  Rob Purcell is Riverdale High’s shining star. He is a first-string player on the football team who thinks that he deserves all the credit for our school’s three championships in the last three years. Typical jock. I honestly think he could get away with murder in this town the way everyone drools over him. Heck, he’d probably manage to spin the story to make himself look like the hero. I can see the headline now: Chicago Suburb Football Star Saves Man from Tragic Life by Heroically Bringing it to a Sudden End.

  I don’t get what everyone sees in him. So he plays football, but so do tons of other teenage boys. And I mean sure, he’s handsome, in a smarmy, asshole-ish kind of way. But looks aren’t everything. Plus, he is such a jerk!

  Naturally, he’s dating Samantha, my nemesis. They epitomize the most wicked romance Cupid could have ever concocted. I’m sure neither of them is capable of a grand romantic gesture like the ones I’ve read about in my novels. Just picture it: Rob putting himself out on a limb to win his fair damsel’s affection. And then, Sam releasing her guard and revealing a soft, nurturing side of herself to the world. Yeah, right!

  Their attraction is based solely on social status, at least in my humble opinion. I mean, that’s just how it goes around here. People like Sam and Rob end up finding each other, and they’ll probably end up with evil babies that have X’s for eyes.

  Plus, they both live on the East side of the tracks. People on that side of town don’t tend to date people from our side over here. They’re more affluent, and live in big houses with luxury sedans parked out front. You can tell when you’ve crossed the tracks because you’ll see ladies in the latest Lululemon yoga outfits with dogs in their purses that would fit into a teacup.

  Also, the East side is where all the five-star restaurants serving ‘authentic’ dishes have been built. I heard that one even serves lamb brains stewed in carrots as an appetizer. Eeew! I will gladly stick to my hot-dog, French fry, and milkshake order at the drive-in diner on our side of town, where the food is brought to your car window by a teenager on rollerblades instead of by an old man in a suit and tie, with so much wax in his hair that it looks like it might drip right off his head and into my chocolate shake. Sam and Rob can keep their extravagant lifestyles, and I will gladly keep mine.

  But my god, the two of them do look good together. They resemble Ken and Barbie, but with the blush of youth on their cheeks, instead of the weird plasticky skin of the dolls. Jerks.

  “Oh, Tilly!” Rob sings in a falsetto. “I just don’t know how I didn’t see you there. I’m so sorry!”

  I know better than to fall for this. Rob is using an overly animated voice and exaggerated hand gestures, snickering, and letting loud cackles out between the words.

  I look over and see Nicole angrily glaring, but her angry stare is shooting right past Rob. I follow the stare and see Sam looking down her nose at us, a huge grin spread across her face. She is definitely plotting something, and my stomach churns in dread.

  Sam has been given a lucky hand in life. Her family is well known, and also very wealthy. Her father owns a chain of liquor stores that have been hugely successful. And daddy’s little girl definitely profits off that fact, especially ever since her mom walked out sophomore year. While most teenage girls would be crushed by their parents’ divorce, and especially by a run-away-mother, Sam seemed to grow stronger. And meaner too.

  Unfortunately, because she’s so beautiful, she gets away with it. Her long blonde hair hangs pin straight to the small of her back, outlining her svelte figure. Her bright blue eyes pop against her fair skin. She’s got this adorable little nose that just makes me sick. I would never admit it, but Sam’s the kind of girl that looks like she just pranced off the cover of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue. She’s the prom queen who marries the star football player and lives happily ever after.

  “Rob, what are you doing?” she demands, her hands on her hips. “You do not have to explain yourself to these nobodies. Besides, it’s not your fault the two of them fill out the entire walkway.” Sam snickers, waving her arm towards the aisle that Nicole and I are standing in. She grabs Rob’s arm and they rudely shove past us. Nicole shoots me an aggravated look.

  “Graduation’s coming, and we’ll only have to deal with a few more months of this shit,” she murmurs to me. Sam must have heard her because suddenly she spins on her heels back towards us.