Bestfriend Son Novels & Stories

she responds, "Yours is younger, right? He looks a bit older. And big. But so, so cute." "Thanks," I smile, "And yeah, he's big. He just had his first shift, so he might be a little intimidating for the kids, but he's the sweetest soul. So... like, if your son wants to play with him, I bet they'll have so much fun." "Oh. Yes, of course! I'll let him know they should play together today." Amazing, I got him one friend. And I'll do that for him forever if I have to.

It wasn't to talk about the night before, it was for something else. "My son, Antonio just got back from Italy. He won an award — youngest billionaire in Italy. He’s coming back to expand his company branch here and… he says he’s ready to find a wife" I smiled at that. Antonio. I still thought of him as Anthony though. Vanessa's cute little boy I'd helped raise. I recalled all the time I babysitted whenever she and her husband, Derek were busy with work or how I helped him with his homework. He got a scholarship at Italy, right after high-school and had to leave.

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

he said. "Hi dad, glad to see you finally have someone," Crislynn beamed as they walked past us. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. He stuck to his word this time. I'm very young and we would know when he has moved on with someone. That is tonight. "I'm so happy that he is doing this. I won't have to worry when I go to college. I just want him to be happy and live his life without dwelling on my mother." "I'm sure he will be fine," i replied through my disappointment. But maybe it was for the best. I wouldn't want to lose my friendship with my best friend.

JUNE’S POV The words knocked the air right out of me. Best friend? He is my son’s best friend? My stomach dropped to the floor, my hand clamping the railing before my knees betrayed me. Oh God. I had slept with my son’s best friend. I was having a full blown mental meltdown but Luca on the other hand had recovered faster than I did, his voice calm and without the hint of recognition. “Hello, Mr. Wallace, Mrs. Wallace. I’m Luca Brooks. Nice to meet you.”

I wheeze, clutching my hands over my chest. Caleb nods. "Because, I mean... if your brother ever found out about this..." "Stop," I cut in. "Caleb, stop talking." "What will your brother say or do when he finds out you have a silly little crush on his best friend?" Caleb teases. "Actually, knowing Noah, it’s probably way more than just a silly little crush, isn't it?"

‎I slipped into a form-fitting dress as fast as I could, smoothing the fabric over my hips, and rushed downstairs to the main foyer. ‎Charles was already standing by the grand staircase, looking imposing and devastatingly handsome. My friends were practically gawking at him in awe. The second I stepped into the room, our eyes locked across the space. My skin was still flushed and hot from fingering myself on camera just minutes ago. ‎"Dad! These are our friends, Harper, Chloe, Jayce, and you already know my boyfriend Damien," Christie said, introducing everyone with a proud smile. "Everyone, this is my dad, Charles Sterling."

“Mia… you shouldn’t be looking at me like that.” “Like what?” she asked innocently, stepping just inside the threshold of his doorway. “Like I appreciate a beautiful man who’s been kind to me for years?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You’re eighteen. You’re my daughter’s best friend. This… whatever you think is happening here… it can’t.”

"Or are you just hyper-aware of where I am?" ​I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white beneath the skin. "I am aware that you are my best friend's son. I helped raise you. I am aware that you are playing a very dangerous game with boundaries that were established long before you were old enough to understand them." ​A small, bitter smile touched the corner of his lips. It was an expression that belonged entirely to a man, devoid of any youthful innocence.