Forbidden Trap Of Friend's Daddy Novels & Stories

Because it does this stupid, hopeful jump every time my father even says his name. “Richard is coming for dinner tonight,” Dad said at breakfast. He didn’t look up from his paper. My fork slipped. It clanged loudly on my plate. “Why?” The word was too sharp. He finally looked at me. His eyes are usually warm. Today they were flat. Like stones. “Because I invited him. He’s my oldest friend.” His voice got gentle. “He’s called me, Chloe. Every day since it happened. He doesn’t ask for gossip. He asks about you.”

I felt so tormented that we had to pretend we weren't close. Father cleared his throat. Asher sat quietly next to him. Being a quiet friend to him. Asher didn't ask many questions and gave input with short words. I felt strange when I realized my boyfriend was my father's friend. But Asher is undoubtedly not as old as my father. He's just a single mature man, and I'm a vulnerable young woman. But I can't help but fall for all of Asher's charms. His legs are folded, and somehow, his sitting pose is very sexy and makes me horny. I glance at my father, who doesn't notice my agitation. Dad was busy explaining the party and who would be invited. He was more than happy to talk to Asher because Ash

The tramp stamp I'd gotten when I was twenty, a drunken mistake I'd spent years regretting and hiding. His fingers stilled. I felt his gaze on my lower back, a heavy, scrutinizing weight. A beat of silence. Then, a low, frustrated curse. "Yes, daddy?" he mused, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Why the fuck am I getting turned on by a tramp stamp you were trying to hide from me?" I froze, more appalled than shocked. He was the definition of shameless. I thought he'd be disgusted, not turned on!

My dad will be here by the next weekend, he rarely comes home these days, the last I saw him was six months ago when he came for my birthday, spent a week with me then flew back to Cambridge but when I mentioned about your father, he was taken aback at first and I had to explain to him about, he said he could not talk over the phone since it was crucial and sensitive so he said he will take a one week leave and be here with me and in the process he wants to meet you, he was super excited that I was making male friends, well the last time I had a male friend, he almost raped me and ever since I never wanted to be associated with men, but something about you makes me to trust you but let me ho

I was only fifteen when he told me because that day would remind him of that tragic and horrifying memory, but it was also the day where he met Wayne Peters, his future partner. Daddy Wayne Peters was rolling down the street with his Harley bike while on the run for a beer. He spotted my other Dad in trouble and rescued him. They formed a bond over beer and, yeah, fell in love. It took Dad time to open up to Wayne because my daddy is a big man and doesn't express much, but also because he was traumatized from almost being gang-raped, he wasn't sure he could trust Wayne. But love is love, and Dad reminded me when I see the love, I know it's love. He advised me if my eyes dilated, I involuntar

“And I won’t let her ever treat you like that. You shouldn’t have let her in, there is a reason why I tried to keep you away from her all this time.” Natasha nods and sighs. “I know dad, I know. Sorry, I thought she changed.” “She doesn’t know how to be something else. You are the only good thing she ever made.” She smiles and jumps to hug him tightly. “I love you dad.” “I love you too sweetheart,” he says and closes his eyes. The situation itself causing me to smile and feel warmth from the tender moment shared. "Lexie has been nothing but a loyal friend to me, and she doesn't deserve this either," Natasha adds fiercely, her gaze never leaving her father's face.

I had felt the worst hurt that day, even if I was only thirteen. He was my father’s best friend and had relocated to California to set up another branch of his IT company during summer, and I hadn’t seen him ever since then, I couldn’t tell anyone, but my heart broke every single day he didn’t show up at our front door. I had made up my mind to relocate to California for college once I graduated high school, just to be close to him again, and the mere sight of him right now melted my heart. It was odd to crush on my father’s best friend, he was much older than I am, but I have loved him ever since I was thirteen. The first day he came to visit he stood out, and no one, absolute no one has ev

Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand. The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen. Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him.

loving him truly. If she told him the truth, if she admitted that she was no longer following his script but following her heart, he wouldn’t forgive her. He wouldn’t hesitate to punish her like he did to people who defied him. So she pressed her lips together, not daring to say a word. Bryan smirked in satisfaction, “ That’s my girl. Don’t lose sight of the bigger picture or act rashly, okay? ” Amelia clenched her hands into fists at her sides. She wanted to scream, to demand why her father hated Ryan so much. She had no idea why he pretended like they were best of friends. Now, she wanted to ask her father if he killed Stella but she was scared. Then she summoned courage. “ Dad? ” she whi