Dads Friend Novels & Stories

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“If I find out you are lying to me, it will not end well.” She quickly shook her head. “I’m not lying.” He studied her one more time. He could feel something was not right. But he could not prove it. “Why didn’t this friend ask her own parents?” he asked again. “She is scared,” Tessa said quickly. Harrison’s eyes softened slightly. “And you are not scared to ask me?” She gave a small smile. “You’re my father.” He looked at her for a long moment. Then he stood up. “I will think about it,” he said.

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."

However, I do not move from there until a detective from the NYPD who knows my dad lets me into his office and closes the door. I sit on the faux leather chair and stare at Detective Ford. He’s tall, lean, and has a bald head and black skin. I would not call him friends with Dad since he goes against him sometimes. Seriously, Dan is Dad’s only friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. Oh, and Detective Ford has a strong sense of justice, so that puts us on the same side, because Dad definitely does not have that. “You are not supposed to be here, Ms. Shaw.”

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

She said with concern. “I’m fine mum, who did dad go to meet?” She remembered Jackson telling her to asked her parents about him, and her dad went out to see someone whom her mother refused to disclose his name, Janette knew her father doesn’t have any friend, the only friend he once had was his colleague at work but since he lost his job, the man stopped visiting or talking to him. “A friend, ya will get to meet him soon.” Her mother whispered. Janette pondered why her mother said that. Perhaps is not what she’s thinking. The rest of the drive was in silent as Janette's thought lingered on her dad and his new friend.

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

"Okay I am flora. I am a friend of your dad, what is your name?" "My name is Dannie." "Do you have friends?" "Yes, my best friend is called Pearl and he is the best. His mother Amie is also my friend; she spends time with me and Ellie all the time." "And what about your dad." "Well dad is the bestest. He plays with me, hugs me, buys me candy , reads me bedtime stories also he tells me he loves me so much and I love him." He beams happily. "What of your mom?" with that question, his smile falls.

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.