Falling For My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t like that. I…” “Then how was it?” Dad shouted. “You think I wouldn’t find out? The whole pack’s talking about it. My best friend is having an affair with my daughter!” His words made my chest ache. I couldn’t breathe properly. Zavian stepped forward. “I like her, Wylder.” Dad’s hand dropped from his side like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. Then his face went red. “Like? Don’t you dare say that word to me!”

He placed a peck on my forehead. "I love you too, dad." I sank into his comfortable arms -sobbing as he comforted me. After a few more talks with dad, I introduced Jake and my friends to dad. "Dad, this is my best friend, Gena." I smilingly introduced. "Nice to meet you, Gena." "Nice to meet you too, Sir. " Gena respectfully stated. "Your daughter is the greatest friend one could ever ask for." She complimented. "Yes, she's a fine young woman," Dad spoke.

I managed to choke out, gripping my napkin under the table as Charles drove his fingers deeper. ‎"Well, since no one asked," Christie chimed in with a grin, "I had an amazing weekend with my boyfriend's family. But more importantly, Maya... did you ever text back that guy from your study group? Jayce?" ‎ My dad looked up, his interest instantly piqued. "Jayce? Who's Jayce? When do I get to meet your boyfriend, Maya?" ‎ My hand trembled. The pancake on my fork slipped, dropping onto my lap and staining my dress with honey. Under the table, Charles's fingers instantly froze—then dug hard into my wet pussy. My heart hammered against my ribs.

“If you move an inch closer to my wife, I’ll bury you alive, Marco. Don’t test me.” Marco stopped, his jaw clenched. Damian stood, walked over to Aria, and grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, her lips trembling, her eyes begging for mercy. But he showed her none. He pulled her toward the stairs, dragging her soaked body behind him. As they disappeared, the silence left behind was thick and suffocating. Marco stood there wiping blood from his mouth. “He’s… he’s a monster, I can't believe he's my dad” he muttered.

“We regroup. We need Thiago. And we need to find a way to beat Lucas at his own game.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Charging blindly into Lucas’s trap would only end in disaster. But every second we hesitated, my father was in danger. My phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, my breath catching when I saw a video message from an unknown number. My hands shook as I clicked to play it. The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. My father was slumped in a chair, his face pale and gaunt, dark rings under his eyes. He looked weak—frail—nothing like the proud, formidable man I grew up with. Lucas’s voice came through the video, smooth and mocking.

He smiled against my lips — a real, warm, romantic smile that made my stomach flutter. “Door stays locked. Always.” As he left, I stayed on the couch, dress bunched around my waist, pussy still throbbing from his mouth, and realized one thing with absolute clarity: I was already falling for my father’s best friend.

“Tell Daddy how long you’ve been aching for this cock.” The water lapped around us. The party was gone. My real dad was home already. All because his own bestfriend convinced him to go home, so he could ruin his daughter for him. And all I wanted was for Troy to destroy me right here in the pool.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

His question pulled me to reality… “I was heading to the storage room. I want to get a vase.” “A vase?” “Yes. For flowers.” I waited for his next question, but none came. “Don’t let me stop you.” I immediately turned around, and walked out. Had he seen me checking him out? Surely, he must have… Fuck! My cheeks blushed pink. Why was I drooling over my best friend’s father? I pushed the storage door open, picked out the first vase I saw, and bolted before he could remember to call my name again. I couldn’t bare to look him in the face anymore. He knew I was gawking at his physique. Fuck me.