Fallen For Daddy's Friend Novels & Stories

“Why would you want to help me with that? I thought you were supposed to be her friend.” “Friemd,” Lyla repeated with a smirk. “Exactly. Since when was Aria my friend? I was only being civil. I never liked her.” “So what’s in it for you?” Marco asked, suspicious. “What do you want, Lyla?” She leaned in, her lips curling into something wicked. “Don.” Marco froze. “What?” “You heard me,” Lyla said, licking her lips. “Your father.” His face twisted in disbelief. “You’re insane. He’s your uncle!”

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.”

But deep down, I knew it was too late. "I’ll see you soon, Daddy, that's if you want to." She purred before hanging up, leaving me standing there, trembling, with my body ready to explode. I dropped the phone, staring at my reflection again, but the man looking back at me was someone I didn’t recognize. I was losing control. And with every word, every whisper of her voice, I was falling deeper into the fire.

And though the road ahead was complicated and uncertain, I couldn’t bring myself to regret falling for my dad’s best friend. The End

He raised his hands in frustration. “Sage, this is wrong. You can’t—” “Fall in love with you?” I cut him off. “Oh, yes, I can. Because I already am. And I want you to be my daddy.”

“Where the fuck do I find dad... you said he’s at his mistress’s place.” “He’s either with his mistress or with his best friend and where does his airhead best friend takes him to every time? Hamilton bar! Go find him there!.” I gave a slight snicker. “For someone who divorced her husband years ago, you sure do know a lot about him!.” “Just go get your airhead of a father.” <<>> <<>> <<>> *Addison’s POV* . “And I used to think Joshua really loved me.” Addison said telling the situation to her best friends. She scoffed lightly. “Such a shame that I fell for his pretentious acts.”

“I also know that your friendship has turned into more. Something like a puppy crush on him. Then when he left you have spent the whole time trying to get a hold of him.” Letting out the breath that I was holding I feel my daddy’s arm falling on my shoulders. “He is my best friend. We never went a day before not talking. Then all of a sudden, he just ghosted me. I don’t understand why he would do that to me.” My daddy’s arm tightens around me. “I think that he was damaged by what was going on around him. I think that he just needs time to get his life together.” My daddy says pinching my chin turning my face to look at his. “Just don’t expect more than friendship. Lock your heart away and ju

Jax breathed, his voice rough and shaky like he was barely holding on. “She’s actually taking all of us.”Mike grunted as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding against the others. “It’s dripping everywhere, Kane. Look at this fucking mess.” His words sounded raw, almost amazed. Inside my head everything was a storm. Shame burned through me so strong I wanted to cry and hide, but at the same time this deep, needy ache kept growing. They're not just my dad's bestfriends but my bestfriends father. I felt disgusting for wanting it, for letting them use me like this, but I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching and getting even wetter around them.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

I glanced down at the bowl containing my meal, stabbing softly at the poor meatballs with my cutlery as I’ve grown out of the appetite for the meal’s consumption. My gaze lifted, peering back to where it once lay before. On the sinful sight of my father's best friend. Even in the most casual fit, he managed to look the most tempting. Was it his physical appearance? Or just his overall presence. He was what my head had dimmed a simple perfection. "Gina, is there something on Lee’s face?" The familiar voice of my father once again interrupted. And so I pushed out of my seat before I'd let my father whisk at the idea that his daughter was infatuated with his best friend.