Best Friends Father Romance Books Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Awww… that’s so sweet of him. He sounds like he walked straight out of a novel. Isn’t that the kind of older man you want? One that comes to your rescue and treats you like a princess?” Sophie asked, and I shook my head in disbelief. “That is disgusting, Sophie. He is my father’s friend, remember?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the novel in front of me. “I mean, I was just saying. You wouldn’t be that stupid to romantize his actions. He is just being nice.” she responded, pulling out her own books from her tote bag.

He puts his empty bottle down and leans forward, studying my face carefully. “He’s my best friend, has been since we met at the Police and Fire Department game day. It feels wrong to keep such a big part of myself a secret from him – to hide who I am when he shares so much with me.” Finn is one of the only Police Officers that my father actually likes – he’s been my best friend for the last four years and never let me down. He knows about these trips and has been trying to invite himself on them for the past year but I have said no – claiming Father, Daughter bonding time.

Father asked walking out of the room, an indication for me to follow him. By best friend, I knew he was referring to Massimo; that was the only person he referred to as my best friend. "We're not best friends, not anymore," I replied, the hate noticeable in my voice. "I'm worried I've made both of you enemies for a long time," father remarked with hands behind his back. "It's not that, I know you're simply trying to protect me. Massimo is evil." "You know Massimo's father was my only friend growing up, he was all I had."

I could feel his arm around my waist as he pulled me closer. My heart raced. Every part of me seemed to wake up at once. When his hand settled against my ass, a shiver ran through me. I knew this was wrong. He was my dad’s best friend. The man I had grown up calling Daddy. But in that moment, none of those thoughts seemed strong enough to make me pull away. I wanted him. And now I knew he wanted me too. When he finally pulled away, I felt strangely disappointed. I watched him turn toward the door.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

It was their past, but I wonder if meeting their mate could change them. "I'm asking you to keep your distance from them," my father continued. "In all that you do, try to avoid getting involved with either of them. They're my best friends and they're not so young. They're not good for you. You're already going through hell with Rowan. Don't make the same mistake twice by falling for men who won't value you." My throat tightened. "Dad, you might actually not be so right about them." "How do you know? You barely know them." He leaned forward, his eyes pleading. "Promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you won't let them use you the way Rowan has. They're off-limits."

"You're fucking my father and you never meant to hurt me?" "Don't talk to her like that," I said automatically. "Don't defend her!" Eudora whirled on me. "Don't you dare defend her right now. She's my best friend, she's known me since we were kids, and you—" She jabbed a finger at my chest. "You're my father. You're supposed to protect me, not seduce my friends the second I leave town." "It wasn't like that." "Then what was it like?" She was shouting now, drawing the attention of neighbors. "Please explain to me how you accidentally started fucking someone half your age who happens to be my best friend."

Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand. The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen. Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him.

She crossed one leg over the other, pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat pooling there. He was exactly her type of man. He was tall enough to make her tilt her chin up when he stood close. Broad enough to make her feel small in comparison. And those eyes... They weren’t just sexy; they looked hungry. Hungry to feed on her. She bit her lower lip, remembering how his gaze dipped lower when she leaned back. Her father walked back into the room. “He’s a nice guy. A very good friend.” he said picking up a card from the center table.

MAYA It’s hard to believe I’m back here, back into my father’s world after what? Four years? Five? I was seventeen the last time I showed my face in daddy’s mansion. Now, I’m twenty-two years old, with my psychology degree still warm in my trunk, and a pussy that had been aching for one man since I was old enough to know what aching, what wanting meant. Dominic Kane. My father’s best friend. My godfather.