Dads Friend Novels & Stories

He chuckled and suddenly his phone rings. "Hello." He answered and I hold his phone and put it on speaker since it's dangerous to hold your phone while you're driving. "Hello Chris." His friend greeted him and I saw his caller ID it's Edward Jung. "Hello old friend." My dad chuckled "I'm in town now, can you meet me now? For 15 minutes maybe. I'll have to go to Dallas for meeting." He said "Yeah sure, where?" My dad asked "My cafe." He said "Okay see you in 10 minutes." My dad drove fast to meet his friend.

“My son, I don't think I need to introduce him, he's always on the news.” Dad let out a soft sigh “Yeah, I know him.” Those were no good comments of the sort; I was sure Alex was waiting to hear something like that. When he didn't get a word from dad, Alex broke into a smile “Do you know that they are friends? Very good ones, I believe.” Dad drummed his fingers on my back. Shit, what was Alex doing? He'd get me in trouble. “They aren't friends.” Dad replied in a cold tone.

One night dad came from work quite late, he was in New York for a deal, he didn’t inform my mother about his early flight landing, by that time my mother had produced all the off-spin. Dada found my mother in bed with Richard Hall, another businessman who was dada’s friend too, who frequently came to our house with his wife Amanda and two sons, Nathan and Luke. Even though they were rivals in the business world, they kept it friendly all the time, respected one another, until that night.

I smile. “I’m your father, not your friend,” Dad reminds me as we head out back of his cottage. “But I am, I am your son. Aren’t you a little impressed I got laid at school!” I tell him as we sit. Dad nods. “I used to get laid at school. I used to cheat on my girlfriend with her friends while she was in class. Your mother was the only friend loyal to Daisy. Funny, that my wolf wanted your Mom, the most,” Dad laughs. Dad looks off across the woods and takes a long drink of his beer.

“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.

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

“Dad, I didn’t know you were there.” “Your mother used the car to nip to the hospital. She’s checking out your mate’s parents and should be back shortly. I promised I’d be home for you.” His father leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. “I’ve got to do something, Dad. I can’t let her slip through my fingers.” “You’re going to hurt your mate before you claim her.” “Dad, I’ve not got a choice.” “Why don’t you let this friend fuck up on his own without helping him? While he’s getting to know other people, you sweep in and become his best friend.”

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

Once Dad returned after attending his phone call, he let out a tired sigh. "Who was it, Dad?" "It was your mom. She was insisting on seeing you. And your, uh…" Throwing a glance at Adrian, he hesitated. "Friend over here. She said she didn't get to meet him last time. Evey your aunt wants to come over." "Boyfriend." "Huh?" A frown etched between Dad's brows. "Not a friend. I'm her boyfriend." Adrian corrected Dad again, in a very calm voice. So calm that his displeasure at being called as my friend was loud and clear in his tone.