Fallen For Daddy's Friend Novels & Stories

Then, I had anonymously sent Daddy the clips of the video, and just to humiliate her further, Kelvin posted it on a pórn website that went viral. Daddy found out his fiancée had cheated on him, and he’d been the one to put a hole through her head, after letting all his subordinates gangbang her to their fill. After that incident, Daddy became only mine again. Until Jillian. She had been different. My life was ruined the day I found out how important she was to Daddy, they’d been childhood friends and also business partners in the crime world. She’d been studying me, calculating ways to tame me, she hit me with her moves before I was even aware of it.

I needed to know if this was really the end. I got to my feet, making my way downstairs. I noticed my dad was on a call with someone, but strangely he was using my phone. And he was yelling. What the hell? “I need you to stop calling my daughter. Mattias, this friendship is over. Stay away from my family. But mostly, stay away from Shimma. This is your last warning,” he said, hanging up. My mother, who had a confused look, asked, “What's wrong?” My father was about to respond when he turned to me as I approached him slowly.

He asked, his voice was as seductive as fuck. “I want… I want…” “Get out.” “I want you to take me, daddy. I want you to fuck me,” I said quickly. He raised his brows, a smirk played on his lips. “Now that's the girl I raised,” he muttered. “Are you willing to strip for daddy?” He asked. Strip? I don't know how that's done. I am not a virgin, but I haven't stripped before. But now I have to do it, in front of my best friend’s father.

I dropped my bag and shoes on the couch and went all in for the food. A few minutes in, my father cleared his throat. "It's a good thing it’s over with Damon. You helped him climb up there, and now he’s forgotten all about it. It’s totally my fault. If I didn’t lose all of my money due to bad choices, this wouldn’t have happened." "Daddy..." I could feel the pain in his voice. He was so happy when I was dating Damon and even gave his blessing. I guess he never believed a day would come when he would hate that decision.

Marcus Hale was coming tonight. Daddy’s best friend. The man I’ve wanted since I was eighteen and too young to even say it out loud. Now I’m twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and he’s my father’s new business partner. Officially. Dangerously. Permanently in our lives. I pumped my fingers faster, imagining his big, rough hands instead of mine. Those hands that used to ruffle my hair when I was a kid. The same hands I now fantasize wrapping around my throat while he calls me a dirty little girl for wanting her Daddy’s best friend.

He hangs up the phone and packs up my clothes, shoving me into the wardrobe. He said he isn't married so who could this possibly be? I hide as Jonathan opens the door, and the voice that follows is unmistakable. "Daddy!" a girl echoed. From where I stand, I see Bella step inside. And the truth immediately hits… Jonathan Hills, the man I had just lost my virginity to and shared a one-night stand with, is her best friend's father *** A few days before

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.

"Dad, I have to go to work. You can’t expect me to stay locked in here for the rest of my life." His jaw tightens. "I should have done it a long time ago. If I had, you wouldn’t have brought disgrace to this family." The word disgrace slams into me like a slap. I laugh, but it’s hollow, bitter. "What disgrace? “You think this is funny?” “No, but I don’t know why loving someone is a disgrace now?” His nostrils flare. "It wasn’t just anyone, Astrid!" His voice rises. "It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!"

A line Eden had been unsure about crossing. At first, Eden had scolded herself for noticing him at all. He was handsome, yes, with an athletic build, dark eyes that carried both warmth and intensity, and a smile that could undo a woman if she wasn’t careful, and he was kind. But he was also her ex-husband’s close friend, even though their friendship had become strained of late because of her. Who in their right mind would fall for her former spouse’s best friend while the ink on the divorce papers wasn’t even dry yet?

The feeling was strong, ripping through me like a vampire's claws removing the heart of its enemy. I fell back on the bed, spent, as daddy collapsed on me, telling me how much better I had gotten, and how he wouldn't mind dying while in my pussy. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as I thought back to the first time I met Dad, back when I was running for dear life… …. TWO MONTHS AGO