Daddys Friend 소설 & 이야기

They were the only ones left and so as always they were late to come. “Hello family! Well…. it seemed that I am seeing a new addition to the family. May I ask who they are?” Danna asked. Old Madam Walker sneered” did you go to the bar this early?” this day was so shameful. Her family was the best definition of crazy people. Jared was an arrogant man who couldn’t control his temper and Danna was a woman who could just get drunk any time of the day. Let alone the mama’s boy who only liked women and nothing else.

"If he hurts you again, Tate, I'm not keeping quiet about it. He will feel the wrath I inherited from my dad, no bullshit." I can't help the giggle that escapes from my throat. If people call me a tornado, Addie's an avalanche. She learned how to drop the boom from her dad, and not many people mess with her. Hell, I don't even want to mess with her. "I'll give you my full permission if it comes to that." I hold my arms open, giving her a huge hug. Everyone needs a friend like Addie in his or her life. "Are you telling your dad you're spending the weekend with Remy?" she asks, grabbing hold of a bag on my bed. "Or that you went to Victoria's Secret and bought a few things?"

I deeply took a breath and look at Davvy who is now waiting for my answer. “Where are we going? Where do you want?" “Just answer me. Are you Daddy's sister or cousin?” She asked me. “No. Yes... I mean—” I was confused as to what to say to the child. Because she is a child, my answer will probably imprint on his brain. “I am your Daddy's friend. Yes, we’re friends.” Davvy crossed her arms. "You're Daddy's friend, so do you like Daddy?" “No. . .”

"Allen is none other than anyone, She is my best friend's daughter. My best friend named Robert, I met him in Delhi during my college days. We studied together and at one point we became very close friends. I lost my father when I was 18, my family faced lots of problem after that. I didn't even have money to proceed with my education. My friend helped me in paying money many times though I don't like to trouble him or get money from him. He did everything to me without any expectation. Today, I am in a position it is because of my friend. Later, he did his higher studies in the U.S. He got married and settled in the U.S itself. Often, I came to the U.S to see him. I will spend two days here

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

What I saw was beyond anything I could have imagined. Inside were my mom, Beatrice Hale, and my best friend, Ella, with my boyfriend Markle, all tangled up together. I had only heard of “ladder style” in adult movies, but here it was, in real life, right in front of me. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes, twice. The grocery bags fell from my hands with a loud thud, snapping them out of whatever world they were in. Motherfuckers. My mom? My mother and my best friend?

“Good. No distractions from your studies.” I groaned. “Dad…” “Are you interested in my daughter?” Silence. Drake looked like he was contemplating running out the door. Mom gasped dramatically. “Darling! You’re scaring the poor boy!” Dad ignored her, waiting for an answer. Drake swallowed hard. “With all due respect, sir, Happiness and I are just friends.” Dad hummed, as if still debating whether to believe him. “We’ll see.” I dropped my head into my hands.

“A party. My dad’s best friend is back in town so the old man is throwing a welcome party.” "Wow! That’s really thoughtful of your dad.” And lame. “Yeah, I guess so.” “Some folks would have settled for a night out at the club or a trip to some island, but your father is totally different. How long have they been friends?” “I don’t know. I’ve never met him.” She fingers the dress again. “This will do. It strikes a balance between comfort and elegance. If you are into older men, you might snag yourself some sugar at the party.”

“Not my husband. Neighbor.” And again near the gym doors: “Dad and Mom teams are over here!” “Actually, he’s just a friend helping out—” And again from one of the teachers checking us in: “Oh good, you brought Dad! Daxton was so excited—” “FAMILY FRIEND,” I practically snap, and several parents turn to look. Smooth, Eris. Real subtle.