Fallen For Daddy's Friend Novels & Stories

he murmured, “I’d think you were interested in me.” He sounded dangerous. Teasing, even. “What if I was?” I shot back—before I even realized. His mouth curved up, “You do remember I’m your father’s friend, right? Your Uncle Kael.” “So what?” I leaned closer, lips just an inch from his. “You’re only ten years older than me. And what, doing something forbidden doesn’t excite you anymore? My father was just downstairs. And you and I…” His gaze dropped to my mouth, but he didn’t move away.

His breath ghosted over my lips—warm, whiskey-scented from dinner and my body remembered him instantly: the way he’d pinned my wrists, the slow grind of his hips, the filthy things he’d growled in my ear while I came apart beneath him. He leaned in. I felt the pull—like gravity, like hunger. My lips parted on instinct. Just one more inch and we’d be kissing again, messy and desperate, right here in his car like teenagers who couldn’t wait. But reality crashed in. I jerked back, pressing myself against the door. “We can’t.” His jaw ticked. “Why not?” "Because I practically raised you.” My voice shook. “Because your mom is my best friend and I'm way older than you..."

"I am Daphne Zannelith, the only child of my father, Joan Zannelith. It's a pleasure to meet you all." After the introductions, my father and I went downstairs because he wanted to introduce me to his coworkers in private. My father led me towards an old man with his son who looked like a moron to me. But I tried to smile politely even though the old man's son was like a dog in heat. He kept winking at me. "He's Rockfeller and this is his youngest son, Smith." I greeted the two men in front of me. Mr. Rockfeller scanned me from head to toe. He said sarcastically to my father. "I suppose you produced a son with your dead wife, Mr. Zannelith."

I should be happy and thankful and I was. My eyes trailed over the gorgeous man whose hand gripped my wrist tighter as he tugged me down the streets of Milan, saying something about the buildings we would be going to see next. Theodore Blackwell was golden to me, I never thought I would be in this deep. I should have stopped while I could, god I should have ended this between us while I could. My father was everything until he killed himself. Mother was barely there as I grew. Damon was my world, until the asshole sunk me into debt and disappeared into thin air. The sunlight caught the strands of his thick dark hair, making them shimmer in the light. Theodore was golden to me.

she said, I looked at her in disbelief staring back at the man she was gawking at, he looked nothing like anybody's father. He had the best figure and the finest smile, "yummy daddy" I said, the tipsy was talking and not me. I felt Jennifer grab my hand tightly, "I just had the best idea" she says, looking at me with bright eyes. "You know the best way to get over Jake," she said, tipsy me looking at her and nodding. "Get under his father"

I fell on his body, crying hard because he was the only family I had left. "Dad, please wake up!!” My heart sank as I realised that not only was my best friend gone, but my father was gone too. I was overcome with grief and anger, and I felt like the world was spinning out of control. I laid on his body, sobbing uncontrollably.

As if that wasn't enough betrayal and punishment to me. Now I've just fucked my best friend's daddy, unknowingly. Is this karma? Or fate just decided to punch me by making me feel like the betrayal? My chest burned with panic from the thought. But still, I couldn't get the feeling of his touch off my head, which makes me hate myself even more. Bella came back smiling. She dropped into the chair next to me. “My dad is so happy you are here. He never really likes when I bring friends over. I am really surprised it's different with you.”

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

Laughter, music, my father chatting with clients. In here, Troy Reynolds was on his knees making his best friend’s daughter come apart on his tongue. And I never wanted it to end. “Oh my God, Daddy…”