Best Friends Dad Novels & Stories

I won't let her get close to me only for her to keep away, that seems to be the only thing she was good at. All what my dad told me about having the right friends just began to clear up. I finally understand what he meant by trust no one, your friends might be your enemies tomorrow. Dad never had friends, I was his daughter and only friend. Even my mum wasn't close to my dad like I was. It was obvious he never trusted mum till he died and I wonder why.

I don't want to take too long to fix it because I'm tired, especially when I'm doing make-up. My Dad knows how important my two besties are in my life. We have been friends for almost 8 years and until now, our friendship is still strong. Dad also treated my two friends like real Sons. They are welcome here at home anytime they want to go. "Okay, see you later." Kez came up to me and hugged me. "Happy Birthday again, Bri!" "Thank you, Kez."

Dad smiled, “That’s perfect. Thank you, my boys. It means everything to me to know that both of you are invested in making her happy. “Her father was my best friend and closest confidante. He was the first man to tell me what a viper Winifred is. I think that’s why she hated him so much.” I shook my head, “I can’t imagine being put in that position.” Dad responded, “Trust me, I didn’t take the news well. I felt so bad for him. I felt bad for getting so mad at him for telling me the truth.

His fingers brushed mine for the briefest second—steady, gentle, and oddly reassuring. He glanced at Dad, as if to say, Don't worry, I've got this. That was Caleb—always quietly stepping in right when I needed him. The door had barely clicked shut behind him when I spun around and crouched by Dad's bed. "Dad, please—don't get the wrong idea! We're really just friends." Dad raised a skeptical eyebrow, his expression practically spelling out sure, "friends". "He seems like a great guy," he said slowly, drawing out the words with unmistakable teasing. "What—worried I won't approve?"

He said yes. Bryant, my dad’s best friend, is single, for now. He’s practically family, but not quite. He’s been in my life for as long as I can remember. He was there for every scraped knee, every bad day, every school project I needed help with. He’s always been my protector, my rock. But over the past few years, things have changed or will I say I have changed? The truth is, I started having feelings for him.

“So I understand why she wants out.” Dad’s brow furrowed. “I can’t pretend to know exactly how Darius feels.” He swallowed hard. “But one thing I do know is that I’d never leave you if you were in Maya’s shoes.” I nodded. “She’s my best friend, Dad. My only friend. I don’t know how to help her.” For a moment, we sat in a comfortable silence. He would always give me space to talk and never made me feel pressured to open up.

“Keep your phone near you at all times and I want you to check in with me every few hours. If I lost you too, I’d…” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek. “I know, Dad. I miss Mom too, but she’s not coming back. I promise to check in and give my old man a little peace. I love you, Dad.” He didn’t look convinced of my story but let me go anyway. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to see an old friend I connected with. However, my father had no idea it was his best friend that I was going to be with.

I always thought that when my dad died I would fall apart, that I would feel lost, but now here, in front of his grave, I can only feel peace. My dad was my best friend for a long time; he was my rock, and even though I can't see him again, I know he left me with the best memories any father could give his daughter. He gave me all his love, he gave me the foundation for my business, and he gave me everything that no one else could have.

He asks, and I take a deep breath. “That I want you close, I want to feel more of what you're giving me, and at the same time, I know this is wrong!” I admit honestly. “Why is it wrong?” His left-hand slides down my stomach and fits between my legs. “You're my best friend's father, if she finds out, it might be enough for her to break ties with me.” I turn to face him. I lift my face and look into his dark eyes, running my hand through his stubble peppered with gray, giving him such a sexy look, making him even more beautiful, at least in my eyes.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”