Daddy’s Best Friends Novels & Stories

His eyes lowered to my lips and I drew them into my mouth, wetting them before popping them back out. "Just right." He finished. "What else?" His eyes returned to mine which was now a little bit dilated, I guess. "What else do you think is wrong?" He questioned. "Our... Our relationship, you are my father's friend..." My lips trembled the words out. "Your father's friend, not your father's fucking brother. We are not blood related, Daisy. We could fuck, I could breed you and our children won't be results of incest. I was only friends with your father, not his brother. And yes, being your father's best friend means I know you better, a little bit more than you know yourself, in fact. It's jus

“She’s the best, man.” “Sarah too,” Marcus said. The words came out easy. They’d said versions of this a hundred times over the years. They’d been best friends since they were eight. Same neighborhood, same schools, same stupid inside jokes that still made them laugh at twenty-six. Girlfriends had come and gone, but Sarah and Jenna had stuck. The kind of relationships that made people say they were lucky. Tonight was supposed to be nothing. Just two friends drinking and talking shit while their girls were busy. At Tyler’s place, bottle of whiskey is already half gone. The game on the TV had long since stopped mattering.

‎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."

“You have had a very hard few months.” “My new daddy makes me feel better, so I’m not as sad. He gives me lots of hugs, and we play board games. Sometimes he wins, sometimes I win. And he makes me laugh so much,” I tell her. “He’s Mommy’s oldest friend. They met when they were my age and some kids were picking on him, but my mommy scared those kids away. He’s my Uncle Hudson’s best friend. They talk a lot, and sometimes Daddy surprises Uncle Hudson by having me answer.”

He made no effort to hide it. “You’ve been performing for me for months,” he said, voice calm. “I’ve watched you come on that little pink toy more times than I can count. I’ve listened to you call me Daddy into a camera while you fucked yourself for strangers. And the entire time you were my daughter’s best friend, sleeping under my roof tonight.” I swallowed. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “I didn’t know it was you…that you were Big Daddy.” “I know.” He tilted his head slightly. “But you liked Big Daddy. You always answered his tips first. You saved the filthiest parts of the show for when he was online. Didn’t you?”

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.”

Don't show your face in the hospital again! The moment those words left her lips, Hugo pushed the door open and barged in. Freda froze on the spot. The young man, on the other hand, smiled and waved at Hugo. "Hello, Mr. Reid. I'm Victor Langley." Then, he pointed at Freda. "I'm her boyfriend and the biological father of your son." Freda's face flushed a deep crimson from nerves as she snarled at Victor, "Shut up!" Then, she rushed forward and clung to Hugo's arm. "Don't listen to his nonsense, Hugo. I don't even know him!"

"Your father rushed out to Jordan's house — his former best friend. He was sure he had something to do about it—" "Best friend? You mean Dad ever had a best friend?!" "Yes — Jordan — that was his name. They had some disputes which led to their enmity. Your father never spoke about it with me. Well, your father marched up to him just when he'd recalled Jordan's threat, I quote: 'I shall take away your happiness, just as you did mine!'" "Woah," said Harry. "That's one hell of a threat there, it had to be him."

“What is it, Daddy?” Damon took a sharp sigh as he spoke. “When I was young, I never had friends,” he paused, smiling bitterly at Keatton. “My Dad, Blake Karsyn, wanted me to be in the right place where he didn’t have. Dad was always afraid that I would end up becoming like him or much worst,” shrugging his shoulders.

"You are following my friend for your friend?" "Yes." "This doesn't explain anything." Daisy hissed. "Why would you follow my friend?" "It's for my friend I told you." "Kai, you have so many friends... Like half of our school is your friend." "My best friend." "Kai," Daisy grumbled in a breath. "You have... About five hundred best friends. Which one specifically are you talking about?" Kai focused on his driving as he replied to her, "My one and only best friend of all time."