روايات وقصص ضمن My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me

my voice came out nervously, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the lies in my voice. "Come on, Scarlett. Don't make it look like a big deal. If my dad had such a hot man as a friend, I wouldn't mind going over to stay with him for some time whenever my parents travel..." she paused and rolled her eyes before she continued. "Sadly, my dad gathered a bunch of obesed men for friends. The sight of them even makes my skin crawl. Gosh!" I burst into laughter. "It's not funny, girl. Sometimes I wonder why my dad would be friends with such people. It's sad," she rubbed her temple, and I laughed.

Her voice was shaking. “Work was fine. I'll be late so don't wait for me.” I said and hung up. “You do know that you are an asshole, right? And you will regret this. Just don't come crying to me then.” I hate that he's right — but that's what has to be done. Just this morning. I had wished a million times that she was not my best friend's daughter. I would have fucked her this night and make my intentions known But this — is totally forbidden.

The only reason I used to hang out with those guys was because we walked in the same circles and they all belonged to families my parents were friends with. And Considering the fact that I’m also the major force behind sending my dad to prison, that might be another reason for them to stay away from me. No family wants their kids to hang out with someone who sends their father to jail. Which is the biggest joke ever because all my friends have done far worse things to humiliate their parents. One of them even slept with his stepmom and stepsister behind his dad’s back. And he probably still does because most dads—I’m sorry to say this—are kind of dumb when it comes to family.

This isn’t the plan , that has never been the plan and you know it , I hate the fact that you don’t see it but your dad doesn't want me anymore . I know that I have messed up over the years and we have had our fights and we have settled , but none is compared to this . I loved him , I gave my life for him and this is how he decides to pay me back . He doesn’t even care about all the times that we have spent together . Your father might be spending the weekend with some random girl and you don’t want to see it just because he is your father and you don’t want to believe that he will do something like that .

"They’ve launched a new marketing strategy, and they’ve partnered with the Zorich Group to back it up. The investors think it’s a better bet." Of course, it was them. My father, using his connections with the Zorich Group to sabotage me yet again. My hands clenched the papers as I struggled to contain my fury. "This is personal. They’re doing this to get under my skin," I said, pacing behind my desk. "My father thinks he can push me out by partnering with the Zorich Group. But I’m not going to let him win."

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 was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

“Are you really worried about me being single, Dad? Trust me, if you think I am sad about it because Sophie is now engaged…” “No. No. No, sweetie. It’s not that,” he cut me short, walking towards my bed and sitting next to me. “I am not trying to force anything here. I just want you two to talk. I mean, he is my best friend’s son. It wouldn’t be such a terrible idea if you two get along well, right?” I smiled. “Right. Okay. I will talk to him.” “Great,” he answered, leaning closer as he planted a kiss on my forehead. He stood up and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

He smiled lightly before replying, "You must've misjudged me, Aria. I never stared at you that way. Why would I want to harm the daughter of my friend?" "You know my mother?" I muttered. "I suppose you meant to ask if I knew your father," he said, and my eyes flared open. I didn't know my father. I have never met him in person or even seen a picture of him. Mom never talked about my father, and hearing that someone knew my father ignited so much curiosity inside me. "You know my dad?" I asked, my curiosity so evident in my voice. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I do. Your father and I are best friends. We used to walk around the woods together, hunt little animals, and eat them together."

“She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.” He shrugged. “It's boring. My dad runs a small private equity firm. I’m just trying to graduate without him forcing me into it.” He tilted his head. “Mirabel said you’re an orphan? That’s rough. Sorry, that came out blunt. I’m not good at this.” “It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. “It was a long time ago.” “Still.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, I’m around. We can be friends. Mirabel says you’re the strongest person she knows.”