Falling For My Bestie's Son Novels & Stories

“Okay… and why does that sound like you’re leading up to something?” She clasped her hands together. “Well, actually… it’s about my best friend, Essence...you know how much I adore her. She has a son. One of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s looking for a wife, and he likes you. I think you two would be perfect for each other.” The smile slid off my face like butter on hot toast. “Oh no. How did I get sucked into this trap?” I groaned. “Mom, I’m twenty. Twenty-one in a few months. Marriage is not really...”

I look to my left and see Gia standing and hitting her champagne glass with her fork. “Since you guys are all full, I think it’s time for my maid-of-honor/best-daughter’s speech.” I glance at Fenice and see her smiling as she turns her full attention to Gia. “As you all know, B is my best friend, and Papi is my father. My best friend fell in love and married my father. Isn’t that something?” She chuckles before continuing. “I know what many of you are thinking—that it’s weird. Trust me, I get that. It was weird for me, too. But then I realized how much they love each other and how happy they are together. Their love is special, and nothing should ever keep them apart,” she says as she wipes

'Dito man, I don't like you either, buddy,' I thought to myself. I just met this dude, and I already hate him. "Anyway, what can we do for you?" He asked. "You? Nothing. I'm here to see my son and my future wife." I replied with a bright grin. Nathan giggled, biting his bottom lip, showing those pearly whites. "Is that so?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Most certainly," I replied, grabbing my son and hoisting him in my arms. Nathan wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing my cheek, it brought a huge smile to get love from my little one. He took a step back and to a side when we both heard Sophie's voice.

Then, turning to leave, he grabs me. “Oh, I plan to Trixie. What would your daddy say if he knew?” I look at him, shocked. “He would kill me for what I did, but his best friend.” He laughs. “His own best friend fucking his daughter and using her. Yeah, that won’t end well.” “Please don’t tell him,” I beg him, only I watch as he realises he found my weakness. “You said that like you were more worried for Damon than your daddy. Come on, baby, use your brain Trix, people you love are your weakness, and now, I have three to use. Your daddy, Mel and Damon.”

“You want me, don't you? You don't even have to say it. I can feel it. Feel the way your cock aches for me. Stop torturing yourself, Big Daddy.” He shakes his head, but those lips come back to mine, not kissing me alright, but fueling my hope nonetheless. “You're my son's best friend, Lia. Less than half of my age. I run with your father most evenings. Fuck, I'm practically like a father to you.” Too quickly, he squeezes my knees, letting his fingers brush along my sensitive insides. Slightly higher to my higher thighs. With a breathless curse, he whirls around roughly, taking out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbing his forehead with it. “I don't know what this is. I don't know

Mom asks gently, taking my hand. "Yeah, everything's fine," I force myself to smile as I look at my parents. There's no point dwelling on it, they're only fantasies, everyone has fantasies, it's perfectly normal. Besides… No one's ever going to find out. Right? What's so wrong about falling in love with my best friend's father? My fantasies will never come true anyway. They're nothing more than that… Pointless dreams that will never become reality. Harry Oakheart would never look at someone like me.

Like the fact that her mum fell in love with someone and chose to build a life with him was somehow something me and my dad had done to her personally. I pulled out my phone and called Jace. He had been my best friend since kindergarten and we played football on the same team in my former college. It was such a bummer to leave him to move with my dad. He picked up on the second ring. "What's up bro?" "I need two minutes," I said. "Talk." So I told him. The girl on the steps, the word parasite, the whole thing. He listened without interrupting and when I finished he was quiet for a second.

he said, his piercing gaze locked on mine. He grabbed me before I could respond. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me against his hard chest. My heart pounded as his eyes drifted down to my lips, and I felt that familiar rush of desire. His eyes met mine, and I knew he could see it—the longing I’d tried so hard to hide. I’d wanted him since that night, but I felt ashamed. How could I have had a one-night stand with someone young enough to be my son? His lips brushed mine. “Don’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You’re Justin’s friend… his best friend.”

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his grey eyes intense. "You want to know what we're doing?" he asked, his voice low. "Yes!" "We're falling," he said simply. "We're falling and I don't know how to stop it." My breath caught in my throat. "Falling?" "For each other." He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm falling for you, Callie. Hard and fast and completely out of control. And it terrifies me because you're Jake's daughter and I'm fifteen years older than you and this is wrong in so many ways—"

I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.