Fallen For Daddy's Friend Novels & Stories

Now he was gone, taken by a sudden heart attack that left me reeling in an empty house filled with echoes. The service ended in a blur of condolences. Old family friends patted my shoulder, murmuring platitudes. But one man lingered at the edge of the crowd, tall and imposing even in his tailored black suit. Damien Blackwood. My father’s best friend since college, the godfather I'd never officially had, the man who’d always called me “princess” with that deep, rumbling voice that made my stomach flutter even as a teenager.

For forgetting. I feel a finger on my cheek, firmly turning my face back towards the Mafia King. “You only have one father now, Fay. You have no ‘dad.’ Though if you’re really missing it,” he smirks cruelly at me here, his voice slow and luxurious, “you can always call me daddy.” My jaw drops open in shock and my face turns beat red. He laughs a little at my reaction. “Dad, seriously,” Daniel says, and I glance at him to see anger written on his face.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

I wanted to help but he picked up instantly. “Remember Daddy has killed all the bad guys and ladies roaming in the world. All of them. Daddy can fight more than superman!” He exclaimed, exhibiting his muscles with one hand. “Really?! Can you fight more than Batman and Spiderman too? Can Daddy fight more than them too?” Kelvin asked, oozing excitement. “Of course.. Daddy has better muscles and abs so I can fight more than them!” I felt a surge of amusement at their awkward conversation but of course anything to make Kelvin happy.

Her voice broke. From the look on her face, she was about to lose her composure. Ethan placed his hand on my knees. I didn't know if he wanted to comfort me or stop me from panicking. “Grandma, there's nothing going on. You know Jamie and I have been best friends since childhood. Why is it strange that we are dating now?” Margaret shook her head. “Because he is a man!” I sat quietly and listened as I was being humiliated because of Ethan. This was my fear.

The way our son climbed into his lap without hesitation, the way Denver’s whole face softened every time Devon laughed, the way he kissed the top of our boy’s head like it was the most natural thing in the world. His mom’s eyes filled with tears. His dad pulled me into a hug that lasted longer than I expected. And just like that, I wasn’t the girl from the past anymore. I was family. Even Frederick showed up. He arrived the day before the wedding, suitcase in hand, that familiar teasing grin already in place. But the second he saw Denver, he pulled him aside, away from everyone else. I watched from a distance as Frederick leaned in close, voice low but firm. “Don’t mess this up, Denver. I me

my father’s voice rang with warmth, pride, and command, “come down, child. Greet him properly. This is no stranger. This is my dearest friend.” Dearest… friend? I totally forgot that Alpha Dylen was my father's best friend but today he looked younger and too handsome. My knees wobbled as I obeyed, descending the steps that separated the sitting platform from the floor where they stood. His eyes followed me the entire way, pinning me with a weight that made my skin prickle. It was too much. Too consuming. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t— My slipper caught the edge of the step.

But she remained silent, her gaze cast downward, as if reprimanding me. "I lost my freaking job because of your friendship with her," my father explained, his voice heavy with resentment. "So did your mum lose her company. Do you understand now?" I was shocked, reeling from the revelation that my friendship with Daisy had caused such devastation. How did this happen? When did it happen? Who was behind it all?

Damien stayed right beside me. My father looked at us like we were late to a meeting. “Finally,” he said. “Now we can finish this properly.” The imposter stepped closer. She looked at Damien. “You should have stayed out of this,” she told him. “But you always did like playing the hero.” Damien didn’t answer. He was staring at my father. “You were dead,” he said. “I watched you fall.” My father smiled. “Your men are not as loyal as you think. Someone helped me get out. Someone who wants the same thing I do.”