Falling For My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

He didn’t hesitate, though I knew I had caught him off guard. I looked at Vincent, my eyes warm and steady. Then I smiled—that mocking smirk that drained the color from his face. “You don’t have to keep guessing anymore. I love your father. He stood in the gap you left empty. And I couldn’t be happier that you dumped me, Vincent—because I fell right into the arms that were made for me.” Silence. Heavy…so heavy and deafening.

“Congratulations. You almost did it.” I set the receiver down carefully, as if force might shatter more than glass. “A border meet in three days puts you on open ground.” “A border meet in three days puts you in front of my father with no paper left to hide behind.” She stepped closer, the bond flaring hot and sore between us. “You couldn’t say it, Kael. Even now. Even after they wrote your bed into a threat letter.” My hands braced on the desk. “If I throw that truth into his face over a compromised line, I don’t get a father and a king in negotiation. I got a broken alliance in the middle of an extraction campaign.”

“EVERYTHING! You always had everything!” I feel Julian’s arms wrap around my body in a hug, and I snuggle into his warmth as she laughs sarcastically, “SEE? EVEN NOW, YOU HAVE EVERYTHING! You even got Julian Adams, your dad’s best friend, the biggest womanizer in New York, and he’s head over heels for you like a fucking puppy!” “So you’ve hated me from the start, is that it?” I ask in a shaky, resentful voice. “Why did you pretend to be my friend? Why have you forced yourself on my side all these years?”

The second the door closed, I faced my parents. "What the hell was that?" My mother sighed. "Don't mind your father. I trust you like this one. She's the only girl you've ever brought to us. Besides..." She paused. Looked at my father. "Isn't she your best friend's daughter?" The same best friend they had pushed away. The same best friend who had stopped calling because of them. I leaned forward. Voice low. "You made Nathan miserable. He doesn't even talk to me anymore. Do you still think no one's good enough for me?"

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..."

"Please escort her out." Mira drew her eyes, and came nearer. You suppose I shall leave that so easily? You're pathetic, Elara. You noticed me with your husband, insecure? Fear I shall steal him, prettier, smarter, better in all respects? Do you have something to be concerned about? This is my friend Elara, he is my best friend how can you expect me to leave my best friend alone and in your care. You are not even able to walk, you are like you will die a second. You can not walk and you would like to take care of someone? How ridiculous!

“You may be right about me deceiving you into falling for me. Yes, at first I never believed I could love you this deep. The plan was just to use you as a tool for revenge against James and Stephanie.” I moved close to him making sure I didn’t touch him. “…But Daniel, my father was never part of this game. In fact, he believed that we saw each other as step-siblings. The loan he owed was never a source to loot money from you. If you should be angry at someone, pour it all on me please. Just know that my dad would never do anything to hurt you or your mom.” “And trust me… I know how hurtful these words might make you feel, but I still love you, Dan.” The words were too heavy in my mouth.

“Grandma, this is my boyfriend, Jamie.” Everyone was stunned. Margaret blinked, her gaze shuffling from Ethan to me and back to our intertwined hands. And finally after a while, she let out a strangled breath. “Let's go inside,” she said and turned to leave. Ethan was about to help her when she stepped away from him. Trevor ended up walking her in. “I don't think we thought this through. I should go,” I muttered and turned to leave. This particular scene brought back the memories I was trying to forget. Especially how my dad reacted when he found out about my sexuality.

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND CHAPTER 1 KAYLEE I thought I had the place to myself for two whole weeks. Dad and Lisa left for Italy this morning, Mr. Thompson (his best friend since college) was supposed to be on some trip in Canada until the end of the month. The house is huge, the pool is perfect, and I’ve been crushing on Mr. Thompson since I was old enough to know what a crush was. Tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, forearms that could break me in half… yeah. I’ve touched myself in his guest bed more times than I can count.

"He's my dad's best friend, alright?" Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Your dad's best friend? Seriously?" I nodded, looking away. "Yeah, seriously." He whistled appreciatively. "Well, well, isn't that interesting. You really are full of surprises, Sophia Skye." I grinned, relieved that my admission hadn't thrown him off too much. "Yep, I'm a regular enigma." He laughed, his eyes warm as he looked at me. "I believe it. So, what's the story there? How come the richest guy in town is your dad's best friend?"