Dads Friend Mga Nobela at Kwento

I muttered. But my eyes kept stealing glances at the two familiar strangers, especially the man, they seemed to be a couple. Moments later, my parents joined them. “Oh, Marian, Jalen—welcome! Please, make yourselves comfortable,” my father said, his smile wide, and unusual. It startled me to see both of my parents beam so openly. The couple were family friends. The man—Jalen—was my father’s best friend. My heart skipped as I looked at him. I remembered that charm, that presence. I had admired him since childhood, before he married Marian and stopped visiting. Yet, seeing him now, the pull toward him felt just as strong, maybe even stronger.

Then disappeared. He noticed the quiet boy that didn't talk to anybody, Richard. Rather than stroll in… Good day to him he went, "Hi." Alexander didn't answer. "I'm Richard." Silence. Richard smiled anyway. My dad says, ‘Hello' is the first step in making friends.” Alexander then finally checked him out. It appears that it's time to move on. "Why?" Not really a good friend of friends. Richard shrugged. "That's okay." I'm okay, I'm okay.

, I love his confidence but this will only get him killed. “Taet and Taitam can help”, I furrow my eyebrow because I haven’t heard those names before. “They are my cousins. My dad’s brothers kids. They are Taet, Taitam and Veda. His dad was best friends with your dad”, he explains. “Which of my dad?”, I ask. “You know who?”, His voice is low and my blood boils in anger. He is my dad’s best friend yet I heard nothing from him. He is just resurfacing. The audacity.

“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.

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.

I scoff. "It's not babysitting" Evans chimes in walking closer. Okay, I don't know how the hell I got close to the Bond's brothers again, I know I lost contact with them forever. Our dads used to be friends or partners or whatever relationship they had, my dad never had friends. We knew each other from a young age… I could say they were the only friends I had back then. Well, my dad made it clear to me that they weren't my friends, since they weren't well off, the poor and the rich can't be friends…

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.

I just nuzzled against him. His burning skin was proof that he, too, desired me. “You want it too, don’t you? You’re reacting to me.” Dad blushed and grabbed my ankle as he caressed the back of my foot. I pushed myself up a little and drew closer to Dad as I nuzzled against him more. I panted. My breath was warm against Dad’s neck. At some point, I had removed my pajamas. The noise from outside made it clear that Grace and my father were still going at it. I drew closer to Dad and licked his ear to tease him, even though I did not know where that wicked thought had come from.

What Blake knew was that the portrait was a reckless purchase… not the truth. That I was the filthy artist. And that faceless man was no stranger. He is Dominic Mercer. My dad’s best friend. A man twice my age. He was practically my dad’s partner in crime, until he disappeared. My head involuntarily bobs to the loud banging music in the club. The neon-blue light swings back and forth as if finding the best talent, and settles on sexy strippers in pairs of daring lingerie. One of them dives for the pole and like a fluid, twists around it with her head hanging down.