Best Friends Father Romance Books Novels & Stories

a familiar voice murmurs, far too close to my ear. Fucking Tristan. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask sharply, stepping out of his grip. He smirks, that same smug, arrogant expression I’ve always hated. "Your father invited me," he says proudly. I shake my head, disbelief and anger swirling inside me. "You’re lying." "Am I?" Tristan counters, his smirk widening. "Your father thinks I’m the best man for you. He’s always liked me, you know." I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. "Well, your little bromance with my Dad doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I will never accept you, Tristan."

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

I knew when my father transferred her from my room to his, I had advised him to give her some space but he didn’t listen, he claimed his wolf would be on edge and might take over. My father and she began to exchange words back and forth and I tried so much to stay out of it. They are mates, they will sort it out between each other. I took out my phone and started texting my mate. I miss him. Seeing my best friend after a long period of time has made me neglect him. I noticed they were gone and I kept on chatting. We promised to see each other the next day after school and I smiled, my throat was feeling dry and I decided to go get myself some juice, but when I walked into the kitchen, I saw

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

–Dad Be good. I crumble the note in my fist, jaw tight. That phrase doesn’t mean anything when you're left alone in a five-bedroom house with no one but a ghost of a father and a man who’s always just... watching. Roman Cross. The name tastes dangerous on my tongue even when I’m not saying it out loud. My dad’s best friend. Ex-special forces. Always in black. Eyes like cold steel and a voice that makes waiters stand straighter. He’s been around since I was a kid. Quiet, controlled, impossible to read. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it's important—but when he does, everyone listens. Even my dad.

“Daddy.” The word sent chills down my spine. Forbidden, king of chills. Snap out of it, Chloe. This is your boyfriend's father. With that, I gathered momentum, turned, attempting to pull away from this trap. But that was the worst mistake. Because now, having turned, I could see. See the way his chest… how hard… the muscles. Bare. Aching to be touched. “You like it?” Robert’s voice threw me out of my forbidden imaginations. My face flushed red. I didn't know I was looking.

I opened the chat and it read Raymond: Hey little bunny, hope you got enough rest. I don’t know why, but I found myself blushing at the message. A small, traitorous smile tugged at the corners of my lips before I could stop it. The nickname , little bunny, sent a warm flutter through my stomach. I quickly fixed my face, wiping the smile away as if someone might see it. Stop it, Nia, I scolded myself silently. He’s your boyfriend’s father. I replied quickly, my fingers hovering uncertainly over the keyboard before typing

and my father and that man are bestfriends? "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! NO !!!!!!!!!"

Paulyn exclaimed. "Even if you are of legal age, other people can and will say something about us, Paulyn, and that is not even the main issue here. You are my best friend's daughter! You are Roberto's daughter—" "Oh, for goodness’ sake, Alfredo! Is that it again? Is that what you're going to use as an excuse? Why do you always have to bring up my father whenever we're having this kind of conversation? He's already dead!" "And that's all the more reason we can't be together!" Alfredo couldn't help but raise his voice, which surprised Paulyn. "I promised at your father's grave that I would take care of you and protect you, that I would treat you like my own daughter—"

“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.”