Best Friends Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.

"Not even an ounce of it? How are you sleeping with your boss, with my friend, with... With Gav?" His lips curled in disgust and he shuddered as if he could not believe it. "What is wrong with you?" "What exactly is the problem, Dad?!" I demanded, throwing my hands up in the air. "Are you angry because he is your best friend or because he is my boss?" Dad looked appalled. "Are you out of your mind?! He is like a father to you." "I don't see him like that, okay? I don't see him like you do,"

Tonight, I wrote: Dear Little One, Your mom is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. She’s strong, smart, and so full of love. You’re going to have the best life, and I can’t wait to meet you. I promise to protect you, to guide you, and to always be there for you, no matter what. Love, Dad I closed the laptop, a sense of peace washing over me. Life was far from perfect, but with Bridgette by my side, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

“Why are they here?” I hissed under my breath. “I was told that you and the Marshall boy were close, so I specifically reached out to them,” my father said. I turned to glare at the man with bitter disdain. “Brad and I are not dating anymore,” I told him. “He cheated on me with someone who I thought was a friend, nonetheless. I can’t believe you.” My father waved off my frustration and rolled his shoulder back. “I’m sure that it was all a misunderstanding. Nothing more than a youthful spat.”

“You’re eighteen, Mia. I’m forty-two. I’m your best friend’s father. Last night I fucked you raw in my bed while my daughter was sleeping twenty feet away. That’s not something to celebrate. That’s something I should be ashamed of.” Mia leaned in and kissed him softly. When she pulled back, her eyes were bright and determined. “I’m not ashamed. I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to understand desire. Last night you finally saw me as a woman. You fucked me like you needed me. Like you were starving for me. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life.” Alexander groaned, his hands tightening on her hips despite his words. “That’s the problem. I did need you. I still do. Even right now, sitting

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

I beg. My father sighs and I can tell he’s giving the whole situation some thought. “I’m just worried about you, pumpkin. I don’t want you to … sell yourself for my sake.” “I’m not selling myself. I promise. I promise, Dad. Like Liam said, he’d have helped just because his daughter and I are best friends. This just kind of … happened. Our relationship has nothing to do with money. I swear,” I reply. “I can take care of myself, pumpkin,” my dad says, but we both know it’s a lie this time.

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

"I'm planning to talk to Mr. Smith, Damien. I need to know the truth. I know Mrs. Smith won't talk to me, so I'll go straight to Zandra's father." He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Can I still change your mind?" "No," I answered honestly. "This is about my dad, Damien. I want to know what really happened." He sighed. "Dad mentioned about him, your dad and Zandra's dad being friends. He even said that…their first love was Zandra's mom." My lips parted as I stared into his eyes. I know that Zandra's mom was my dad's friend, I thought it was all but I was wrong. And what? My dad, Mr. Smith and Damien's dad are friends? I didn't know. Dad never mentioned that.

I shot back. His gaze sharpened slightly over the rim of the bottle. “You think this is the same?” “No,” I admitted quietly. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” Silence stretched between us. His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth again and my pulse stumbled hard enough it actually hurt. Wrong. This was so unbelievably wrong. My best friend’s father. But I couldn’t stop noticing him. The rough scrape of his voice. The veins in thehand wrapped around the beer bottle. The dangerous calm in his eyes.