روايات وقصص ضمن In Love With Dad's Best Friend

She dropped the bottle on the counter, her eyes scouring the kitchen as if it was foreign to her. Tessa examined her friend for a while before moving towards her. “You’re the only one he has, and he’s just being protective of you. You should understand that, Bel, and make it easier for him.” “You seem to like him more than you like me now.” Tessa froze in place, words failing her for a second. “Who?” She asked when she finally found herself. “Mr. Julian Anderson. My dad.” Tessa turned away imperceptibly, praying that Maribel hadn’t caught her cheeks flushing hard when she mentioned her dad’s name.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy The heavy bass from the club speakers pulsed through the crowded dance floor like a second heartbeat, but all I could feel was the heat of his stare burning into me from across the VIP section. Elena’s dad. Mr. fucking Voss. The man I’d secretly touched myself thinking about for the last two years while pretending to be the perfect best friend to his daughter.

"Julian is trying to help me. If my father trusted him with these files, then I trust him. Let him show me the documents." Evander stared down at me, his eyes burning with a dark, furious heat. I could see the muscles in his chest rising and falling with his breath. He was jealous. It wasn't just corporate control; it was personal. He didn't like Julian being near me, and he hated that I was defending him.

I need him to fuck me even harder. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look straight at his face while he thrust up into me. His eyes were dark and hungry. “Tell me how much you love this, Lovie. Admit how much you love fucking your own dad’s best friend behind your mom’s back. Say it while you cream all over me.” His words hit me like fire. My pussy fluttered hard around his thick shaft and leaked even more.

"Tell me how it feels betraying your dad in his own cabin." "So wrong," I moaned, pushing up to meet every thrust. "But I love it. I love your cock. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop." He kissed me rough and deep, swallowing my moans while he drove into me. "You’re mine now, Sophia. Every family trip, every barbecue, every time your dad turns his back, I’m pulling you aside and ruining this pussy. Understand?" "Yes," I whimpered, nails digging into his back. "I’m yours. My dad’s best friend owns me completely."

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

“We were dating, we were in love, no, that's what I thought. Until she decided to leave me for someone else, someone with a loaded family, bigger pockets. She picked none other than my very own best friend.” My spine seemed to weaken and fell back on the chair, a little bit of shame crept in. I was so quick to think otherwise. The other man was my dad? “My dad knew about this?” My voice shook with the thought that I just might get the answer I so desperately wished to not hear.

“So stop. And don’t call me again complaining. Let Calian handle it.” The call ended. Solyn stared at her phone like it had bitten her. Then she whispered, “Fine.” And walked back inside. Calian was in his study. Solyn didn’t knock. She pushed the door open. Calian was on a call. His gaze snapped to her, irritation flashing. He ended the call immediately. “What?” Solyn folded her arms. “My father just called.” Calian’s expression didn’t change. “And?” “And he scolded me,” Solyn said sharply. “For making your life difficult.”

I dropped my glass of water on the dresser and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me around my waist. “Mhm and I wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else but you,” he said, leaned down, and kissed my lips. “It’s crazy how much of a twist my life has been in the last couple of years,” I said with a little laugh against his lips. I kissed his lips and drew back to have a clearer view of him. “All because I fell in love with my father’s best friend.” THE END.