Novel & Cerita My Best Friend's Dad

“You like him, but he has some sort of guardianship over you. It is not healthy.” “That is not true.” “It is, in a way,” Chris chimes in. “I mean, it would’ve also been creepy if he was banging his best friend’s daughter.” “Why are you calling it creepy?” I nearly shout. “I thought you weren’t judgy, Chris.” “I am not. I am just thinking about it from your dad’s perspective. Do you think he’d be full of smiles if he found out that his best friend took advantage of his daughter when he should’ve been taking care of her? He’s the older one. He should know better.”

“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

“Please don’t freak out.” She let out a laugh, sharp and incredulous. “Don’t freak out? Saesha, you just crawled out of Veeraj Kapoor’s car looking like you got wrecked.” Her words sliced through me, but the worst part? She wasn’t wrong. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold onto something. “I didn’t plan it, okay?” “You didn’t plan it?” Her voice pitched higher, hands flying in the air. “He’s your dad’s best friend!”

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

I already know the kind of father that I have. “Correct. My dad and your dad were once best friends.” “Ken Wallace?” my voice is low but I know that Dad once had a friend named Wallace. “Correct. I know that if Keiran Wallace is mentioned, it will ring a bell. But your damned old man is so selfish that he didn't even remember the boy that he almost killed. What a pathetic man.” Keiran scoffs and he turns back to look outside the window. Dad killed his family. I'm not surprised. And he's keiran Wallace and not Thorn. His dad was my dad’s best friend then. He was always talked about.

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

“Why are they here?” I hissed under my breath. “I was told that you and the Marshall boy were close, so I specifically reached out to them,” my father said. I turned to glare at the man with bitter disdain. “Brad and I are not dating anymore,” I told him. “He cheated on me with someone who I thought was a friend, nonetheless. I can’t believe you.” My father waved off my frustration and rolled his shoulder back. “I’m sure that it was all a misunderstanding. Nothing more than a youthful spat.”

Father asked walking out of the room, an indication for me to follow him. By best friend, I knew he was referring to Massimo; that was the only person he referred to as my best friend. "We're not best friends, not anymore," I replied, the hate noticeable in my voice. "I'm worried I've made both of you enemies for a long time," father remarked with hands behind his back. "It's not that, I know you're simply trying to protect me. Massimo is evil." "You know Massimo's father was my only friend growing up, he was all I had."

“Dad, I didn’t know you were there.” “Your mother used the car to nip to the hospital. She’s checking out your mate’s parents and should be back shortly. I promised I’d be home for you.” His father leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. “I’ve got to do something, Dad. I can’t let her slip through my fingers.” “You’re going to hurt your mate before you claim her.” “Dad, I’ve not got a choice.” “Why don’t you let this friend fuck up on his own without helping him? While he’s getting to know other people, you sweep in and become his best friend.”

Elijah. “FUCKKK!!!” I screamed. I bashed my fist into the wall. Bridge was crying. And my dad looked absolutely and utterly heartbroken. Not only did he have her. We put her into the fucking car with him. Not only that. But it was my best friends dad. My brother. This was going to kill Oliver. And my dad. Norman was his best friend and brother. And now we were all fucking screwed. My dad, Oliver’s and Frankie’s dad and Emery’s dad.. before he had died.. had been best friends. Brothers. They did literally everything together. The same way the four of us did growing up.. still do now. And up until this moment .. so did they.