Novel & Cerita Dad's Best Friend Romance Books

“Then what the hell gives you the right to judge me, you hypocritical asshole? I did what I did out of loyalty because I actually love my father, and I would gladly burn the world down for him. But what about you, Ava?” She snaps her gaze back to mine, her eyes boring into me. “How much do you love your precious dad? A whole lot, right? You must absolutely adore him, considering you happily opened your legs and got ready to whore yourself out to a man more than double your age. No questions asked. You didn’t even give a single shit about your dead best friend—for God’s sake! And you tell me I have no right to judge you? Try saying that a little louder next time. Maybe you’ll finally hear the

A way out of the mansion, away from the late-night encounters in the kitchen, away from the suffocating heat of Evander’s bedroom. "Julian, it’s complicated," I said softly, shaking my head. "Evander is... he's doing what he thinks is best." "Is he?" Julian asked, reaching out and gently placing his hand over mine on the desk. His grip was warm, completely normal, but it didn't spark the fire that Evander’s touch did. "Or is he just using your father's will to keep you isolated? You don't have to do this alone, Saskia. I'm here."

Now I was nothing but an employee and his daughter's best friend to him and whatever it was that happened between us was already long forgotten by him. It made me wonder if he regretted sleeping with me that night and much to my dismay, I felt a part of me hurt when I had that thought. I mentally scolded myself immediately. I was with Aiden and I was happy. I shouldn't be fawning over my best friend's dad who definitely had a line of older and more achieved women at his beck and call. So whatever it was that we had that fateful day was long gone and it was time I moved on too.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Kristi. Daddy would never know about this. Daddy would never know that his sweet, innocent little girl had been fucking his best friend like a desperate whore. That the same man he trusted with his life had been stretching his daughter’s tight cunt, filling her with thick cum, and making her scream “Daddy” in a way that would shatter him. He would never know how much I worshipped Troy’s cock. How I craved it more than air. How I’d drop to my knees in a heartbeat, crawl across the floor, and beg to choke on it.

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND CHAPTER 1 KAYLEE I thought I had the place to myself for two whole weeks. Dad and Lisa left for Italy this morning, Mr. Thompson (his best friend since college) was supposed to be on some trip in Canada until the end of the month. The house is huge, the pool is perfect, and I’ve been crushing on Mr. Thompson since I was old enough to know what a crush was. Tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, forearms that could break me in half… yeah. I’ve touched myself in his guest bed more times than I can count.

“Sweetheart! Great news. Remember I told you about Alexander’s firm? Well, there’s an opening in their marketing department, and I put in a good word for you. You have an interview Friday!” Alexander Sterling. My father’s best friend since college, the man Dad golfed with every Sunday, the one he referenced constantly as “someone you should learn from.” Successful, respected, always traveling. I’d never actually met him; I’d been away at college during most of his visits home, and when I was there he was usually on a plane somewhere. “Dad, I already have job applications out…” “This is better. Alexander runs the best consulting firm in the city. Top clients, real growth opportunities. Trust

Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian

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!