Daddys Friend Novels & Stories

Dad asked again, this time asking Hayden, standing right next to me. When I was about to introduce Dad to Hayden, Hayden had already introduced himself to Dad. "Hello, Mr. Rundolph, I'm Hayden Clarke, Addison's friend from college. It's great to finally meet you, sir." Dad seemed to nod and returned Hayden's hand. "Oh, so you guys were college friends?"

What would happen to their friendship? "Don't worry about Danny, I sill speak to him. He will understand this too." she said as if reading my kind. "But mother, what if this doesn't end well and at the end, cause a fight between the both of them?" "That wouldn't happen. Danny is a loyal friend to Darius. They have been friends since childhood." I am still worried, but I should just give this a trial. It might work out well. I have to trust mother ok this one.

And when they got talking, Aiden knew they would be best friends forever. As they grew older, Aiden and Danny remained close friends. They shared everything: their dreams, their secrets, and their fears. They supported each other through thick and thin, and their friendship only grew stronger. When Aiden's father, who was a philanthropist, died, he left his entire fortune to Aiden, with the stipulation that he use it to make a difference in the world.

"I'll be by your side no matter what happens. Whatever you need, I'm here." I hugged him back, guilt gnawing at my insides for lying. But what was I supposed to say? That his forty year old best friends had fucked me senseless and awakened my dormant wolf? That they claimed I was their mate and I couldn't stop thinking about them and fucked me into my decision? No. That conversation would never ever happen. "Thank you, Dad," I whispered against his shoulder.

“I was really mean to you at the party. I said I didn’t like you. But I was just scared. I thought if you and Daddy were together, he wouldn’t have time for me anymore. Like how Mommy left and stopped coming as much. I don’t want to lose Daddy. But I don’t want to lose you either. Can we still be friends? Even if you and Daddy are fighting?” Tears slipped down my cheeks. “Of course we can, sweetheart. I would love that. You’re my favorite little girl in the whole world. Nothing is going to change that.” Emily let out a small, relieved sob. “Thank you, Bella. I’m really sorry. I love you too. And I’m excited about the baby. I hope it’s a girl so I can braid her hair and teach her how to draw.

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

I sigh, letting him engulf me in a smothered hug, his tears dropping on my head as he laments in Russian. Sometimes I wish he’d act like an adopted daughter. “Daddy I'm fine. It's just...I was out a little longer than I should, I was with Darya, you can call her.” I haven't talked to her yet, but she's my best friend. She doesn't have to volunteer to be my alibi. She's implicated by relation. Dad sighs. “It was a boy wasn't it? Have you gotten rid of that Andrei yet?”

I said to Finn as he grumbled at his plate. “But I don’t want it,” he said, folding his arms and pouting just like his father. “Don’t you want to grow up to be big and tall?” I asked him. “I do! I do!” he nodded enthusiastically. “Then eat your vegetables,” I encouraged. I managed to get him to finish his meal, and we returned to a silent dinner where the only noise was the sound of our utensils hitting the plates. “Mommy?” Finn called my name to grab my attention. I hummed in response. “Are you and Daddy not friends anymore?”

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

another one chimed in. "Relax guys, that's her best friend's dad. Emily Dominic, the spoiled princess usually posts both of them on social media but as you know, Miss Lily likes to hide herself a lot." another said. The words 'as you know' rang in my head and they weren't even lying. I wasn't quite the social type, neither did I think myself agreeable to all trendy tastes people had and I was also quite used to hiding away. I wondered if Dominic noticed these things to... When he said it wouldn't work.