My Daughter's Boyfriend

My Daughter's Boyfriend

by cydney Rax

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Single mom Tracey Davenport is relieved that her seventeen-year-old daughter, Lauren, has decided to wait to have sex with her first real boyfriend, Aaron, a handsome college student. After all, Tracey was only seventeen herself when she had Lauren. But while Lauren is getting her first taste of romance, Tracey is coming off yet another disappointing relationship. No wonder she can't help enjoying the admiring glances she's caught Aaron directing her way. . .

Over a few chance encounters, it becomes clear there's chemistry between Tracey and Aaron. Despite her nagging guilt, Tracey tells herself a little flirtation is harmless. But Aaron is young and fine, and he knows exactly how to read her. And what begins as an exciting fantasy turns into a very hot reality--and an even more complicated situation. . .

"Fascinating, witty, and thought-provoking." --Zane

"Reads like an episode from Jerry Springer." --Booklist Single mom Tracey Davenport is relieved that her seventeen-year-old daughter, Lauren, has decided to

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ISBN-13: 9780758280237
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 03/05/2013
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

CYDNEY RAX became obsessed with becoming a writer after reading Terry McMillan’s Disappearing Acts. Her author dreams were realized through her eyebrow-raising debut novel, My Daughter’s Boyfriend.  Her novels include My Husband’s Girlfriend, Scandalous Betrayal, Brothers & Wives, and My Sister’s Ex (cited by Essence® as one of 2009’s best reads). She has also contributed to the anthologies Crush and Reckless.
Born and raised in Detroit, Cydney graduated from Cass Technical High School and earned an undergraduate degree from Eastern Michigan University. She resides in Houston. Visit her online via Facebook, at, or email her at

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My Daughter's Boyfriend

By Cydney Rax


Copyright © 2004 Cydney Rax
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-8023-7

Chapter One


It was the second Thursday in November. It was also the day that my daughter, Lauren Hayes, turned seventeen. As soon as I thought she'd woken up, I burst into her bedroom with a card, a glass vase stuffed with pink spray roses, and a tiny rectangular birthday cake punctured with a single burning candle that spelled out the word CELEBRATE. We ate one thick slice of her favorite, German chocolate, and my daughter then informed me that the festivities would continue that night. She'd been invited out for a bite to eat.

Later Lauren was surging through the apartment looking for her sling-backs and fussing with her French twist. And because I like to cool down after putting in my eight hours of workplace labor, I started my weekday ritual. As soon as I get home, I close the blinds and disrobe—my way of enjoying my world in comfort and without distraction. This particular evening I had on some white lace panties and a matching bra.

I was passing through the dining room, which has a mirrored wall. Everything was fine until I noticed my reflection. For most people there's always one body part or another that they don't like, and I'm what some might consider "thick," but even so, I'm proud of my creamy-looking legs and voluptuous thighs.

I was captivated by my appearance, but felt annoyed when I caught my daughter staring.

"Don't you have to get ready, girl?" I asked her from the mirror.

My daughter, five-seven compared to my five-five, inherited her daddy's fair complexion and long skinny legs. Although several people accuse Lauren of tinting her hair, those reddish and blond roots come natural. She has a mole above her lip. And she is blessed with some Beyoncé-type eyes: wide, exotic, and sparkly. In spite of Lauren's cockeyed stare and her mouthing off that "Ugh! Nobody wants to see you half-dressed," I was too unnerved to admonish her for her ill manners. She shoved a red T-shirt and some black leggings in my hand, and stormed off to her bedroom. I slipped the T-shirt over my head, but thought it was too warm for the leggings, so I laid them on the brown leather sofa.

Once Lauren disappeared, I stole a look at my surroundings. Under normal circumstances our apartment was low-maintenance and free of excessive clutter. But tonight the place looked jacked. Piles of T-shirts and musty-smelling jeans made a trail from my bedroom to the living room. Dirty plates and crusty silverware littered the kitchen counter, and I wanted to start organizing the magazines that had multiplied all over the front area.

There's a wide column of built-in shelves that take up a wall in my living room. I was crouched in front of it, busy doing my domestic thing, back turned, when I heard this voice rush from behind.

"Well, hellooo, Mrs. Davenport."

I turned my head so sharp I heard a bone pop. A flush of heat penetrated my face from the inside out. I had on the T-shirt, but he could still see my panties, and my legs were uncovered. I didn't know if I should excuse myself, or skip the apologies and shove a huge throw pillow against my lower half. But, paralyzed as I felt, all I could do was stare.

Even though he'd been dating my daughter for quite a few months, it was always hard to catch him for long stretches of time; it seemed he and my daughter were always running in and out of the apartment to be with each other.

But tonight, Aaron Khristian Oliver hovered over me dressed in a wine-colored suit and a multicolored necktie. In some ways his looks reminded me of a tall version of the actor RonReaco Lee. His dark wavy hair, lightly trimmed mustache, and athletic body made it difficult to deny that Aaron Oliver put the "hot" in "hottie." His hands were shoved in his pockets and he tried to play things off, raising his eyes a little, but I knew he noticed my legs.

I turned from Aaron and my mind said, What the—okay, don't say nothing, just leave the room, no, no, his staring feels kinda—but this ain't cool, Lauren's only a few steps away ... what if she ... oh God, Jesus God.

Once those thoughts vanished, I felt a teensy bit tensed, but managed to sigh like his standing near was no biggie. I don't like letting any guy intimidate me, even if he does intimidate me. But just when I thought I was the one who controlled my world, I heard Aaron say real low yet audibly, "Mmm, mmm, wow."

At first his flirtation seemed silly. Yeah, right, he's gotta be kidding, I thought. Young fool, he's just messing with me. Ha ha ha, funny, funny funny.

I started to go on about my business, but Aaron wouldn't stop staring. Usually when men stare, I get annoyed and want to look anywhere except at the man whose eyes won't let me go. But with Aaron, this was different. I felt myself blushing, wanting to smile almost. Yet something screamed, He's crossed a line. Perform tongue-fu on him. Tell him his ass is grass and you're the lawn mower. But then another instigating inner voice said, Eat it up, Tracey Lorraine Davenport. It's okay for him to stare.

It felt weird to admit that I liked the way he lifted me. And after what I'd been through on my lunch break that day, hearing a long whistle and assuming it was a man, just to find out it was a bird, this was definitely an upgrade.

I turned and smiled at Aaron as widely and sweetly as possible. His body was so close he could have reached out and caressed my arm. I felt frozen to the floor.

"Mmmm, you look ... never mind," he said in a low voice. Then he made a what's-the-matter-with-me groan and looked at the ceiling, at the floor, then back at me. I waved my hand at him so he could keep on talking, but without warning, he gave me a hardened stare and backed away.

Can you believe I felt a tiny stab of loneliness, just that quick? From enjoying the highs of feeling like an "it" girl, to being so-last-year, just that fast?

I stood only a couple feet away from him, but it felt like he was on the other side of the earth. He was standing next to the door, mumbling what sounded like "damn," and he was clutching and turning the doorknob.

"Hey," I said, stepping close to Aaron and forcing him to look at me again.

Aaron lifted his head and opened his mouth, but instead of hearing his words, I heard, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Right then I felt like the child and not the mother. I jumped back from the guy far enough to create some innocent distance between us. I covered my thighs with my hands, then grabbed a few magazines and placed them in front of my crotch with an overdue "This is so embarrassing. Aaron, don't you know how to ring a doorbell instead of just walking in here?"

I glanced at Lauren, apologized with my eyes. Her terse expression softened a little, but not enough to make me feel totally at peace.

The entire atmosphere shifted, the tantalizing moment escaping with few promises of a return. I even retrieved the leggings from the couch and scurried to my room and slid my legs inside them. Once my hands stopped shaking, and when I felt calm enough to emerge, I rushed past Aaron and resumed stacking magazines.

Aaron hung around for a little bit longer, until Lauren was ready. She grabbed him by the hand, snatching him through the door and toward the safety of the outside world. Yet before they left, and all the time he was standing there, I never made eye contact with him again. But I'd bet a hundred bucks, even though all three of us were in the same room, that my daughter's boyfriend sneaked another peek at me.

She didn't have to worry, though. I liked his attention, loved how good his stare made me feel, but after thinking about things long and hard, I decided I wasn't going to be a fool. Once I knew they were gone, I said out loud to the mirror with a strong voice, "Aaron is just a kid. And I don't do kids."

Chapter Two


Once Aaron and Lauren departed for her birthday outing, I was moping around the apartment waiting for my honey, Steve Monroe, to call. He and I have been seeing each other going on seven months. Steve is thirty-eight, six-foot-two, and a thick-bodied type with muscles that ripple like waves on the ocean. Most days he wears his thick brown hair in a neat-looking ponytail, and he has a fondness for stylish eyewear.

Steve is a manager in the shoe department of Foley's at Memorial City Mall. He loves his job and works long rotating hours, but he always tries to check in when he gets a free moment. So there I was, sitting on the couch and watching the telephone. It was mocking me, No, he has not called yet, and staring at me won't make him call any sooner.

I turned my head away from the phone and retreated outside. When I want peace of mind, some nights I sit on my balcony for hours, lifting my head toward the sky, examining the shape of the moon, counting stars, and trying to figure out the shape of my life.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two ..."

The phone began to ring, and I lowered my eyes.


I glanced one final time at those blinking stars and ducked through the tiny crevice left open by the sliding glass door. At the third ring I pounced on the phone before the answering machine could do what I purchased it to do.


"Hey, babe, Daddy's home."

I smiled into the phone and collapsed on the couch like a teenager in love. Nestled my head on a couple of oversized pillows and propped my feet on one end of the couch.

"Can Mommy come see Daddy?" I cooed.

"Uh, sure. Give me a little time, though. Gotta take a shower and relax a bit. Those customers 'bout drove me nuts today."

"Mmmm, I'm sure, with y'all having that forty-percent-off sale. You lay aside any shoes for me?"

"You know it. Picked out a couple just for you. Looking at 'em right now. They'll be waiting on you when you get here. But I gotta go now. Pager's going off. Hear it?"

I frowned.

Gripped the phone a little tighter. I hated when I did that, hated when my insides reacted to any adverse information Steve told me. Out of the five lovers I've had since the age of fifteen, Steve Monroe is the one who rates the best. So far, he's the only man who can make me shake, rattle, and scream like my butt is on fire. Finding a man whose prowess can make you scream is about as rare as finding a five-hundred-dollar bill on an inner-city park bench. So you can guess that having Steve in my life is a top priority.

"Steve, Steve," I said sitting up. "Do you really have to get off the phone right now? Why don't you call whoever that is later?"

"Ahhh, baby. You want to see me that bad?"

I settled back and resumed resting my head on the pillow.

"Hey, tell you what, Tracey. Give me a half hour. Let me return this page and get myself situated. And, uh, don't bother coming out tonight. I'll call you before I swing by your place. How's that sound?"

I hoped he didn't perceive my frown. Hoped he couldn't feel my heart drag like time had doubled. I wanted to say, "Does everything always have to go your way?" But fear imprisoned my question and instead I offered a languid "No problem. Sounds good. See you soon."

I hung up without hearing if he ever said good-bye. The fact that he seemed to brush me off made me feel bad. In the past he'd given me a lot of attention, but recently, and without a clear-cut warning, the attention vanished. That made me wonder. Was there anything about me that turned Steve off? What could I be doing that made him not want to hold me like he used to?

Last time we did anything worth screaming about was damn near five weeks ago. Oh, believe me, I've gone without for a lot longer than five weeks. But that was when I was between relationships. Going without because you don't have a man is one thing. But when you have a man, or think that you have one, and you're still going without, well, that makes you tend to question everything. From your personality to your looks, you start questioning your value, your appearance, and your existence. You start comparing yourself to the shapely, light-skinned sister in the grocery store, the one with the flawless skin, good, long hair that cascades down her back, and who always seems to have on the classiest outfits and is unaware that dozens of men, black, white, and Hispanic, are taking longer-than-necessary looks at her. Trying to look their way into an introduction and trying to stare their way into her future. I look to see the woman's reaction and abruptly turn my eyes away, pretending I'm interested in the price of artichokes. I don't give a foo-fee-fang about artichokes, but no one would know that. I'm touching and caressing, sniffing and rubbing the artichoke as if my whole life depends on it, yet my mind is taking me back to Steve. Does he look at these types of women when I'm not around?

The ringing of the phone pulled me back down to the realities of the earth.


"Lauren there?" he asked.

I raised my eyes to the ceiling. "Whatever happened to 'Hello, how are you?'"

He didn't say anything.

It isn't hard to sigh. "No, Derrick, Lauren's gone. It's her birthday and she's out on a date."

"I know it's her birthday, Tracey. That's why I'm calling ... to wish her a happy birthday and to see if she wants to do something either tomorrow or Saturday night."

"How freaking thoughtful of you to want to take your daughter out one to two days after her birthday. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

"Look, Tracey, you told me Lauren's on a date. How am I supposed to take her out if someone else already has?"

"Plan ahead, Derrick. Call her a month in advance and secure this date so she won't have to choose to go out with someone besides her father."

"Uh, well, I ... I didn't think about it like that ... but if she's not busy this weekend, I'll make it up to her."

"Well, last time I checked, I wasn't Lauren and I can't speak for her. I don't know what she has planned for tomorrow. But thanks for call—"

"Hey, Tracey. Don't hang up. I'm not done. What's up with you? You sound like you're a woman who hasn't had any decent dick in a while. At least not one that has a man at the other end of it."

I stood up.

"What did you say?"

"You heard exactly what I said. That's why I hate calling over there, because every time I do, you have that stank attitude. Take it from me, Tracey, no man is going to want a woman with a piss-poor attitude."

"Derrick, when I want your advice, I'll give it to you. And furthermore, you have a lot of nerve. Ain't no telling when you last had a woman."

"You're right about that. I'm not telling. If it weren't for you, neither of us would be going through this mess."

"Derrick, don't drive us down that street again. Please! You're almost forty, but no one would ever know it. It is not my fault that we have a daughter, it is not my fault you had to drop out of college to get a full-time job, and it is not my fault you never married."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard that BS before. But you know good and well what I'm talking about. Seriously, Tracey, if it weren't for you—"

"Derrick, why—how can you still ... you know it isn't even worth talking to you. Your life is your life because of you, not me. So get over it!"

Slamming the phone down, my hand was shaking as if I had Parkinson's disease. I wondered how I could let a man I don't even like, let alone love, get me all riled up.

Derrick Patrick Hayes, my baby's daddy, also happens to be the man who took my virginity. He and I met while he was a sophomore at Texas Southern University. He was nineteen. I was fifteen. I don't know why I liked him, because he's a high yellow guy, and I don't really like high yellow guys, but for some reason I liked him. He was tall, intelligent, a little bit on the nerdish side, and he didn't get frustrated or threatened when I argued with him.

I consider Derrick my first real boyfriend. Back then my mom, Grace Davenport, didn't approve of me seeing someone so old. But the more she and I butted heads, the more determined I was to hang out with him.

"Tracey," Derrick said one Saturday night when we were wrestling on the floor of his brother's van.

"What?" I said barely able to see because for one thing it was dark as hell and for another, his soft hands were caressing my legs, thighs, and very sensitive booty.

"Will you let me make love to you?"

Nobody had ever said that to me before. Hell, it made me blush and feel like I was special. So I said what any other warm-blooded person with a smack of sense would've said.

"When? Where? What time?"

Derrick smiled broadly, like I'd just announced he'd won a full scholarship or something.

That weekend, when my mother was away at work, Derrick came by smelling different than I'd ever known him to smell.

"You didn't have to drench yourself with cologne, Derrick. I wasn't going to change my mind," I told him.

He laughed. Thought I was so cute.


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My Daughter's Boyfriend: A Novel 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
sharena stinson More than 1 year ago
LionessLH More than 1 year ago
The author made the characters too undecisive about what they wanted to do. Either be together or not.
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for a first time writer i think she did awsome.It was enough to keep reading to find out what was in the end, so i think she can definately do it again and again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
the book was ok....real juicy when i wanted to get to how tracey and aaron started sleeping together, but after that it was kinda boring nothing special about the sex scenes (which is always what catches a readers eye) and the way lauren reacted to the whole thing was totally unreal....i know i woulda acted differently toward both aaron and tracey if i were her. but hey this was rax's first novel. we'll give her room to improve for next time.
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I live in Houston & it wasnt really right. If I was Lauren I would have handled the situation in a totally different way. Should have ended way different. Cyndey Rax needs to step up her game for her next novel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My Daughter's Boyfriend is a novel that tells of a mother's betrayal towards her 17 year-old daughter that reaches a forbidden climax that no one with morals should want to experience. When I finished this book I was looking for suggested listings of self-help groups or counseling services.
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I rushed to Barnes & Nobles when they told me that my $24 dollar copy of My Daughter's Boyfriend was in, because I simply could not wait to bury my head in the hot juicy drama that I thought it was going to give me. I have to admit it was a very twisted and different story that I was NOT used to reading, but I think that I was disappoint of how it ended. And for the life of me I was just out done about how the mother expected her daughter to just deal with the situation and get over her being with her boyfriend. She gives the words 'selfish' it's true meaning. Overall Cydney Rax I think that you did great for your first novel. Good 4 U!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All I Could Do Was Shake My Head On This One.... This Book Was 'Scandalous' Tracey Seems To Be Thinking Only Of Her Own 'Sexual Needs,Shes Goes As Far As Trapping Her Daughters Man In Her Bed...Which He Was Quite Happy To Do. He Went Right Along With The Show,From The Time When The Flirting Started, Until The Very End.As I Continue To Read, I Had My Own Prediction On How Lauren Was Gonna Learn The Real Truth, Of All Of The Mysterious Actions Of Aaron. I Was Right On The Money With This One..The Mother Should Have Been Ashame Of Herself, Going Behind Her Daughters Back, Just For Her Own Sexual Satisfation. If You Can Do This To Your Own Flesh & Blood, Yikes!!!.This Book Was HOTTTTTTT, I Wasnt Disappointed At All... Hats Off To The Author..
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Lauren Hayes and Aaron Khristian Oliver are the perfect happy, young couple. They have a great relationship and they get along well and care for each other a lot. They only seem to have one issue with their relationship and that¿s sex. Aaron wants it but Lauren¿s just not quite ready since she¿s only 17 and her mother does not want her to go down the road she¿s already traveled ¿ a young, unwed parent. So, listening to her mother¿s advice, she refrains from sex and she¿s proud of knowing she¿s still a virgin and is just waiting for the right time. Unfortunately for Lauren, Tracey Davenport steps in the way and is about to steal her man and, it just so happens that Tracey is Lauren¿s MOTHER! Tracey, after being unceremoniously dumped by her now ex-boyfriend, Steve Monroe, starts to notice and like Aaron after he visits her and her daughter¿s home a few times. One thing leads to the next, and they¿re in a full-fledged SCANDALOUS love affair and Lauren¿s left in the dark¿ With dialogue that¿s honest and emotions that put the reader in the scenes, Cydney Rax has written a book that will have you laughing one minute, cheering the next minute, and then mad at someone¿s stupid antics in the next. These are characters that the reader will care about and root for even if they realize that they might end up rooting for the wrong ones! My Daughter¿s Boyfriend, told from the perspective of Tracey, Lauren, and Aaron, is a roller coaster ride of what lengths people will go to in order to try to make themselves happy and fulfilled. A fast paced, page-turner by author Cydney Rax is sure to be a hit amongst lovers of contemporary African American fiction and her book is sure to give people something to talk about in book club discussions around the world.
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This story was funny but kind of crazy too
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The book was really great but the momma was soooooo wrong
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Cydney Rax makes her writing debut with My Daughter's Boyfriend, the story of a single mother raising her 17-year old daughter, Lauren. Tracy has always asked Lauren to wait until she has sex, which Lauren has no problem doing, but Aaron, Lauren's college boyfriend does. It is no secret that Tracy and Aaron will have a sexual relationship, one they obviously must hide from Lauren. And one, Tracy harbors guilt for, but will her guilt make her stop something that she should never have started in the first place? What, besides sex, does this thirty-something single mother have in common with a college student? And how on earth could a mother sleep with her daughter's boyfriend? I'm sure some readers will be able to relate because there are some who have either been the mother, the daughter or the boyfriend. As I was reading the book, I found it hard to believe that this was the author's first novel. I loved the fact the story line did not get weighed down with too much description and that Cydney Rax left enough for the reader's imagination to take over. My Daughter's Boyfriend is not a story that is told often, but we all know this happens. Being a mother of a teenage daughter, I tried to put myself in Tracy's shoes. I couldn't see myself falling into such a love triangle. At times, I was so upset with the mother, I wanted to put the book down, but couldn't because I wanted to know what would happen to that messy situation in the end. While reading, I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute, I hated Tracy and thought she was immature and irrational, the next, I felt sorry for her. In the end, the book did not leave me disappointed and I have included this novel as a recommended read for Ebony Dimensions Book club. I'm sure we're going to have fun with this one, and knowing the ladies, our discussion will get quite lively.