In Love With Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

I understood why my dad and Alex wanted to protect me, but it was all too much. Just when it couldn’t get any worse, my dad’s partner was murdered on a mission several years ago. Stevie Maddens was my dad’s best friend and the man who used to sit on the couch every single day, but now he was gone. My dad couldn’t handle the loss of his best friend and was obsessed with bringing these people down. “I’m leaving.” Tori kissed my cheek. My dad looked at Tori with eyes full of worry. “It’s not because of me, right?” He asked.

When Dad started to talk, I’m all ears for me not to miss even the single detail of whatever he says. Dad talk first about his best friend, Andrea. I was hurt by what I found out today but not the worst. I think, that's also because I grew up not close to my Mom.

"This is about me! This is about the life I want!" "And the life you want is sleeping with my best friend" he growls. I shrug. “I love him so much dad. I know I shouldn’t have but I can’t help it. He loves me Dad and he treats me so well.” “You and Jordan are over.” The finality in his voice sends ice through my veins. I turn to my mother again, searching for even the slightest flicker of support. Of love. But she looks at me the same way she did that night, like I’m a stranger. Like she doesn’t even know me.

MY FRENCH DADDY NATALIE I'm so excited I can barely breathe. I’ve checked over my bags a thousand times, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything, and I’m just waiting for my best friend and her unbelievably sexy dad to pick me up. I’ve been in love with my best friend’s dad for as long as I can remember.

I immediately thought, ‘I’m not your darling. "It would be better to see you in person to convey these words. What happened to me felt like a scene from a play, with the main actor asleep. I was drugged. I didn’t even know when you came into my room. No matter what my mom says or do, I will never leave you. I know it’s hard; I know you think I betrayed you, but I didn’t. Why would I betray the love of my life? My dad, your close friend now, wants to see you. Please, I’ll come by in the morning to take you to the hospital. I promise I won’t mention anything about our relationship. My dad just wants to see you. I can’t stop loving you. I’m half-dead since you left. From the bottom of my heart,

She was the cutest thing ever, and sometimes he'd lash out at her for being annoying. "I'm sorry, Sweatpie," he whispered. "I looked for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you. And now you're here, looking like this... it hurts, Mom. You have no idea how much she loves you and Dad. He loves you so much." He chuckled softly. "You have a crazy sister named Yvonne. She's stubborn, and she's dating my best friend – can you believe it? There's nothing wrong with it, though."

my father replied, eyebrow raised but somewhat sarcastically. Adrien just smiled, casual as ever, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. “Most young girls her age would rather choose to be with their boyfriends than return to their fathers who made their lives miserable. I’m sure Rochelle is with her lover.” The word ‘lover’ fluttered through the air, mixing with my emotions. I couldn’t decide whether to be embarrassed or flattered. I smiled slightly, amused at how Adrien always painted a picture that made me feel loved and cared for, even in my father’s critical absence.

“Such a pretty fucking mess. Your dad’s little girl on her knees for me. You love this, don’t you?” I nod as best I can with his cock still in my mouth. “Say it.” He pulls out just enough for me to speak. “I love it,” I gasp. “I love choking on your cock, Cole. I’ve wanted to for years.” He pushes back in without warning, fucking my throat on the cabin floor with afternoon light coming through the windows. The absurdity of it—my dad’s best friend’s dick in my mouth—makes me moan around him.