My Best Friend's Dad Novels & Stories

I replied, trying to mask my sadness. “That’s nice. Antonio told me about his recent breakup with Blair, do you think he’s seeing anyone now? Knowing the womanizer that he is, he should be seeing someone for him to leave Blair,” My dad teased. “U-u-uhm, I don’t think I know if he’s seeing anyone. How about we chat later dad, I have a class,” I said trying to dismiss the conversation. “A class? Honey it’s sunday,” He pointed out. “Yeah that’s right. Silly me,” I laughed. “I meant I have to prepare for my class tomorrow.”

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

I said, pulling her towards the center of the mall, where people are gathering. “Have you seen my dad?” She asks, I turn to face her, and she seems worried. “No… I haven't seen him since I got here” It might seem like a lie but I'm done this time. I haven't seen my best friend's dad. I have just seen Damien, my…. I don't know what to call him but he is the one I have seen. “Oh… there he is,” she murmurs, less excited. “Where is the ring?” I don't want the conversation about her dad prolonged. So I asked about the ring she is excited about.

She cried again. My dad was and is a father like no other. The only one in the million. Not because he was rich no. It was due to his love and character. We were too proud of him. He was our heaven but only to wake up one day that we ain't biological related. We went mad, especially me. I became the lost sheep. Thanks to my hubby here that l found myself again. I bowed that no one will replace my dad. Gavin Maina. Not because he was rich and famous that am afraid to live poorly,but because he was the best friend l grew up with and knowing. It's unfortunately he can't share today's happiness with me. With us. I would have liked it when l run to him. In his warm chest and give him a tight hugg

, dad stated. "Prince? So will he my friend?", I ask suddenly excited. "Yes my angel. He will be your best friend and would love you more. More than me. He will be there with you in your good and bad times.", dad answered. "No one can love me more than you. If that is the case then you be my prince.", I argued and dad threw back his head and laughed. I passed him a confused look. Did I say something wrong? Why can't he be my prince?

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”

What would it hurt to try more options? Who knows? It could help with the aching feeling in my chest whenever I saw my best friend’s father…