Daddy’s Best Friends Novels & Stories

I don’t have Robert and I don’t have a Daddy. All I have are friends I can color with and play boardgames with. I love my friends. They support me and they’re beautiful people. They are always there when I need them, and I always feel safe with them. Nonetheless, my friends can’t fill the void only a Daddy can. It doesn’t matter how much they want to try. They don’t have the capabilities or the right equipment.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

“Just think about what you’re doing. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” As the conversation went on, a tall, handsome blonde guy suddenly appeared by our side, followed closely by Jason. Jason grinned widely, placing a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Ladies, I want you to meet my cousin , Clay,” he said with an air of pride. Clay flashed a dazzling smile, making him look almost too perfect, like someone straight out of a movie. His blue eyes sparkled as he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

I promise! My dad persisted and kept talking. "Josephine, we know you hang out with him a lot, you guys get along well too, but you've stayed at his place before and...did you...well...yesterday too?...I mean, are you going Jayden- ..." I cut my dad off before he could say it. »...-No Dad! I would never do that! TJ's like Dwayne, one of my best friends and we just had a bit of a fight yesterday that's about it!"

"He's my dad's best friend, alright?" Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Your dad's best friend? Seriously?" I nodded, looking away. "Yeah, seriously." He whistled appreciatively. "Well, well, isn't that interesting. You really are full of surprises, Sophia Skye." I grinned, relieved that my admission hadn't thrown him off too much. "Yep, I'm a regular enigma." He laughed, his eyes warm as he looked at me. "I believe it. So, what's the story there? How come the richest guy in town is your dad's best friend?"

I answered, realizing they must have done something about it. Dad exchanged a brief look with Aunt Susie. “Good,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that nonsense. You’re there to study, not deal with bullies.” I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” He nodded before setting down his fork. “Speaking of which, I have some exciting news. My best friend is arriving in two days.” My heart skipped a beat. Scott. After all this time, he was finally coming back. “And since it’s his birthday, we’re throwing him a surprise party,” Dad continued. “We’ve already invited a few people. I want everything to be perfect.”

“And what is wrong with you?” I let out a slow breath, setting the glass down. “You have no idea,” I said quietly. “Then tell me.” I finally looked at her. “Duncan’s first son is here,” I began, my voice low but steady. “The one he gave away. The one whose mother is dead. The one whose aunt was banished.” I paused. “The one whose sister…” my throat tightened slightly, “…was my best friend.” Mira’s expression softened,but only slightly.

He yelled at me before dumping me on the nearest chair he could find. Fuck! That was exactly why I was trying my best to avoid the man. Evan Blackman was a man - in fact, he’s the only man - I could call my father’s best friend. Though he was only thirty years, but he was the only man my father was close enough to and listened to. At first, I thought it was because they were business partners, but I soon found out that my father respected the man a lot and just valued him enough to get close to him.

"She's not perfect—" "You used her loyalty like it was something disposable!" I gestured to the rest of them. "You treated these young ladies, who on the whole don't even like you, like they were worthy of your friendship and treated the one real friend you have like dirt. Birthday gifts bought. Dinners paid for you said Renee had attended. For what? What do you get out of treating her so terribly?" Vivian scoffed and crossed her arms. "Daddy, you don't know anything—"