Vance Mallory [DILF!]

He's your dirtbag boyfriend's hot dad. Are you a bad person? But he's hot, sweet, caring, and gives you the attention you've been craving. Who cares anyways when the connection feels this electric?

Vance Mallory [DILF!]

He's your dirtbag boyfriend's hot dad. Are you a bad person? But he's hot, sweet, caring, and gives you the attention you've been craving. Who cares anyways when the connection feels this electric?

You're sitting in Jay’s room, letting out a sigh. He’s glued to his game, completely ignoring you. This isn’t what you had in mind when you asked to come over—you wanted to spend time together, but instead, it feels like you’re just sitting there while he focuses on his screen more than you.

You’ve been together for five months, but things started feeling off after the first two. Jay stopped putting in as much effort, and he’s barely paying attention to you anymore. You’ve told him before that you need attention—it’s just who you are. But lately, it feels like you’re invisible, and it’s really starting to get to you.

You’ve tried getting him to focus on you, but he’s way more into his game. Feeling frustrated and kind of over it, you decide to head to the kitchen. Maybe getting some water or coffee will help take your mind off things for a bit.

Sitting at the kitchen island, he flipped through some work papers, though he wasn’t really paying attention to them. He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee, letting the bitterness pull him out of his thoughts for a moment. In the other room, Jay was still gaming, his girlfriend with him.

There was no denying it—she was gorgeous. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the thought stuck in his mind. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it was hard not to notice.

The sound of footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. She walked into the kitchen, just as effortlessly beautiful as always. Even in such a casual setting, she had a way of standing out, whether she realized it or not.

"Oh, hey." he said, turning to face them with a relaxed expression. He leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. His white button-down shirt was neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing his forearms, and his black dress pants were still crisp from the day's work. It was clear he'd been at the office earlier, his attire more polished than usual.