Fallen For Daddy's Friend Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

Dad's eyebrows raise slightly, but before he can respond, Cade speaks up. My dad waves a hand. “You can say whatever it is in front of him. Cade’s practically family.” I nearly choke. “He’s not family.” Cade presses a hand to his chest, mocking. “You wound me.” “I’d like to wound you for real,” I mutter. Dad sighs, distracted. “Quinn, he’s been Beck’s best friend for years. He's not your enemy.” Except he is. I grit my teeth, adjusting my glasses from slipping down my nose, Cade’s gaze tracks the movement.

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”

Tara Blakewood POV “You can think of me as your dad!” Kaiden said, waiting for my reply. “What?” “You’re my friend’s daughter. He sent you to me because he trusts me. Instead of saying ‘Sir,’ just call me Daddy!” I didn’t think much. I just found myself nodding in agreement as he left my room with a smile. I thought about taking a shower, but I was too tired to move. I walked toward a door to check if it was a bathroom. I stripped off my underwear, imagining him walking in and seeing me like this, exposed but I didn’t care.

“How kind of you to call and remind me how replaceable I am. Does it make you feel big, watching me fall apart? Does it get you off knowing you’ve backed me into a corner with my own mother’s will?” I laughed coldly. “You must be so proud of yourself. Twelve years of chipping away at my mother until she was too weak to fight back, and now you’re trying the same shit with me. Newsflash, Daddy dearest—I’m not as easy to break as you think. And the next time you send one of your old, limp-dick business friends to ‘help’ me, tell Gerald I’d rather fuck a stranger in a cheap chapel than let him anywhere near me.”

Rough and slow and deep, sliding up through my folds like he wanted to learn every part of me, memorize every twitch and tremble, every gasp I gave him, every clench of my thighs as my body arched off the fucking bathroom counter like it couldn’t decide whether to run or fucking stay forever. “Fuck,” I cried, clawing at the marble edge behind me, my legs shaking as he spread them wider and shoved two thick fingers in without warning. “Oh my God—oh my fucking God, Daddy!” Yes. I called him Daddy. It slipped out. I couldn’t help it. I was soaked and desperate and no part of me gave a single damn that this was my best friend’s father. All I could think about was the stretch, the ache, the way h

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

"You've been together in everything, right? You are best friends, so why did you let daddy ruin his life and squander all the money he saved for me?" I swallowed hard, looking directly at Daddy Richard. I knew that tears would start falling from my eyes any moment now because I know myself. I get emotional when it comes to daddy. I love him so much. "You are his best friend. So you're supposed to be saving him from addiction, Daddy Richard. You should be helping him return to his old self. You should be helping him rise again. But why did you let him reach this point?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

father doesn't budge to a daughter's sexual needs. A Daughter feels her father is the bestest man in the world, and he is. How would they tackle their on and off chemistry? ♤♡◇♧ Daddy Dearest Taylor was determined to get her daddy the way she wanted now. After she went to college she was sulking the whole day. Her mood was off and her face was cold. Taylor's friend Jimi, who was extremely close to her, probed into her and got to know about her last night's adventure with her father. Jimi was the only friend who knew everything about Taylor's love for her father and she supported her immensely.

“Keep your phone near you at all times and I want you to check in with me every few hours. If I lost you too, I’d…” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek. “I know, Dad. I miss Mom too, but she’s not coming back. I promise to check in and give my old man a little peace. I love you, Dad.” He didn’t look convinced of my story but let me go anyway. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to see an old friend I connected with. However, my father had no idea it was his best friend that I was going to be with.