My Best Friend's Dad Novels & Stories

he agreed with pride. "Dirty video cheered you up?" James asked, crashing my brief bliss like a bull in a China shop. "You know my father tells your dad all the time he is the worest best friend, and I'm beginning to think the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I grumbled.

“What?” “Don't do that,” I said softly. “Don't act like I imagined it. Just tell me the truth. Is it him? Are you seeing Michael Kingston?” Her jaw clenched. And for a moment, she looked like she might admit it. But then she laughed. Quietly. Almost unconvincingly. “Michael Kingston? Seriously, Austin? Do you even hear yourself? That's my dad's best friend and business partner. He's literally my uncle. That would be…weird.”

If I hadn’t arrived at the right time, I would have woken up the next morning without a father, if things had gone differently. Uncle Armaan approached Dad. I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. I know and understand why. I grew up seeing the friendship between the two of them. They weren’t just cousins; Uncle Armaan was Dad’s best friend. That’s why, out of all my uncles, Uncle Armaan became the one I was closest to, since I always saw him when I was a kid. I know he was thinking that he almost lost his best friend. I let go of Dad and allowed Uncle Armaan to talk to him.

“We regroup. We need Thiago. And we need to find a way to beat Lucas at his own game.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Charging blindly into Lucas’s trap would only end in disaster. But every second we hesitated, my father was in danger. My phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, my breath catching when I saw a video message from an unknown number. My hands shook as I clicked to play it. The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. My father was slumped in a chair, his face pale and gaunt, dark rings under his eyes. He looked weak—frail—nothing like the proud, formidable man I grew up with. Lucas’s voice came through the video, smooth and mocking.

Elana. “Have you gone mad?” Father asked in irritation at my reaction to the introduction of his special guest. I closed my gaped mouth and stared in disbelief at the man who sat across from my father. Alex. Alex is my father’s best friend. So he knew who my father was and he denied knowing him. He knew what could happen and yet had the guts to show up at my house to stay? I didn’t even know whether to be angry at the petty man or scared. Who knows how long he’ll stay?

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

“Sorry? That’s what you’re going with? Who the fuck are you, Eli?” I didn't even know he was into men. Had i been a fool all these while? I took another step back, anger burning my eyes. “You could’ve slept with anyone in the damn world, Eli. Anyone. But no—you had to fuck my Dad! Jeez!” He flinched. Again. But I didn't bloody care. I was too repulsed to say the least. Goddess knows what they'd been doing the whole time I was away. I turned my glare on Dad. “And you—you couldn’t find someone your own age? Someone other than my BEST FUCKING FRIEND? How could you do this to me?”

I didn't want to make a rash decision, and now the elders are adding extra pressure. My dad looked at my reaction, and he knows me so well, he saw the conflict within me, and he said “Is there anything I should know about?” I looked up at him and nodded. My dad is the Supreme Alpha, but he is also one of my best friends. Aside from Nathan, I know I can confide in 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.

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.