In Love With Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

Everything felt like a dream. "Yes, Evelyn. Your dad had no objections to us being together," Jacob chuckled, brushing my hair away from my face. My gaze shifted to my dad, who gave me a small smile. "I told you I'd give you everything you want," Dad chuckled. "I know it's weird that you ended up falling in love with this guy who happens to be my best friend, but just like I said, Evie, you'll have everything you want. I will—" And then I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

She’s also a very nice woman but I don’t know if dad just doesn’t want to notice her or if he really doesn’t know that she’s got the hots for him. “Dad is proud, he hates charity”, I say, running a tense hand over my dress. “Yes, that he is”, she replies quietly. I pretend to not notice how head over heels she is for dad. Sometimes it gets embarrassing seeing how much she loves someone that doesn’t return her feelings. I wouldn’t know though. Dad is a complicated person. He always seeks comfort with her and she’s been his best friend since mom died but then he pretends he doesn’t know she has feelings for him.

“Keep your phone near you at all times and I want you to check in with me every few hours. If I lost you too, I’d…” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek. “I know, Dad. I miss Mom too, but she’s not coming back. I promise to check in and give my old man a little peace. I love you, Dad.” He didn’t look convinced of my story but let me go anyway. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to see an old friend I connected with. However, my father had no idea it was his best friend that I was going to be with.

Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swear I saw a spark in those murky orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I really saw anything. I watched him run his tongue over his reddish, luring lips while his eyes ran down my body, making my insides burn with a sudden fire I had never felt before...and then, he spoke... "Nice to meet you kitten" His deep, musky, manly, Spanish accent voice traveled through my veins, whacking a nerve. And from that moment on, I knew it was over for my heart. From that moment I knew I was in love with MY DAD'S FRIEND...but I was STRAIGHT!! What the heck! To be Continued...!

A best friend like Josey is the best thing that happened to me. "You know I love you, right? I can't watch you suffer, Gabs. I'd rather lay down my life for you. You're all I have and I can't watch you in so much and do nothing about it." My Dad argued. " Can you both just stop with all this emotional family drama so we can focus on the matter at hand? How do we get rid of this Capone Rossi? Cause I definitely can't watch my best friend marry a heartless lunatic nor can I watch my best friend's hot Dad die." Josey said startling us both.

Damien looked at Sorcha with clear disappointment etched across his face. “What do you mean you love him?” he demanded. “He’s years older than you, Sorcha. He’s my best friend. How could you fall in love with him?” His voice rose, sharp and unfamiliar. It was the first time in a long while he had spoken to her like this. Beside him, Elena stood quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she watched the exchange between father and daughter unfold.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

“And I can't spend the rest of mine expecting you to stop being happy because I'm not.” Adrian was quiet. Daniel swallowed. “I don't want to lose you. But I need some days when I don't have to see you as Maya's husband before I can remember you're my best friend.” “You'll always be my best friend.” “Don't promise me things just because you think I need to hear them.” “I'm not.” Adrian's voice was firm. “You were my best friend before I knew Maya existed. Loving her hasn't changed what you mean to me.”

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

Dad starts listing the names of wealthy people that he knows. I shake my head. “The man I love is here with us.” The silence that follows my confession is enough to make a deaf man suspicious. “Who?” My dad glances around, his eyes widening with horror as they fall on Jonathan. “Him?” He says with scorn. I don't like his tone but I nod anyway. “Is this true?” He asks Jordan. I snort. “Yes,” Jordan nods. “He is the one she loves.” “Is she crazy?” Dad roars and turns to me. “Are you crazy? Of all men!”