روايات وقصص ضمن My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me

Dad said, his voice dropping to a low, intense rumble. "But Dad, I want to make actual friends. I want a normal life," I told him, pleading with my eyes. "Your sister is your best friend," Dad stated flatly. "No! She's not," I retorted instantly. Dad’s striking blue eyes snapped up to lock onto mine. "Ciro would—" "No, he wouldn't!" I cut him off. The moment the words left my mouth, the room went dead silent. No one in the history of the outfit would ever dare to interrupt him.

“I’ve known you since you were a kid coming over after school. Now you’re here, looking like this, saying these things… It’s driving me crazy.” “Good,” Mia whispered, her body heating up under his touch. “I want to drive you crazy. I’ve wanted you for years, Alexander. Since that rainy day you gave me your towel and called me a drowned kitten. I used to lie in bed at night thinking about you. Now I’m here, and I don’t want to wait anymore.” Alexander’s hands stilled completely. He leaned down closer, his breath warm against her ear. “This can’t happen. Lily could come back any minute. I’m her father. I’m supposed to protect her, not… not crave her best friend.”

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?”

Call me tomorrow? I stared at the message for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the screen. She sounded so normal. So happy. So completely unaware that her best friend was standing in her father's guest room, wearing borrowed clothes, hiding from a threat she couldn't name. Brunch Wednesday, I typed back, my fingers trembling. Can't wait. The lie tasted like ash. But what else could I say? Your father kissed my chin tonight. Your mother was murdered by people your uncle might be working with. Someone left a photograph at the front door that might be a death threat.

"Is he good to you?" I felt Lucien go still beside me. Not tense. Still. Like a man holding his breath. "I'm not seeing anyone," I said. It was the most honest I'd been in weeks. My father frowned slightly. "No? Huh. Your mother thinks the best way to get over a guy is with another guy." "I'm sure Mom thinks a lot of things." My mother gave me a look over her wine glass. I gave her one right back. "Well," my dad said, "whoever he is, whenever he turns up, I'd like to meet him."

I'm sure your father won't be pleased with that idea, he would rather I kiss him instead and lest I forget, he has such fantastic lips, I can't wait to have a taste of it again. She replied immediately. My amusement grows. Lydia: Liar, my dad can't fuck someone like you, especially when he knows you used to be my friend. I almost laugh, almost, instead, I start typing fast. Me: Ouch. Such a daddy’s girl, too bad you are about to be disappointed. Lydia: What the hell do you mean by that? I don't bother to reply, I locate the video and add a little text. *Private meeting with my best friend's father* then I send it to her.

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.

I said. He nodded, "Yeah. I can call him if you want?" "Pft, you can't do that." "I can, actually. We're buddies if you don't asked." I immediately turned to him and said, "Buddies? You gotta be kidding me, Kalix. My dad never been friends with a guy whose 25 years younger to him." "Well, he already is." "I appreciate your concern. I truly am, but thank you since I have to come home although don't want to. Besides, dad's order have to obey because he's still the boss."

They have already decided. "Have you noticed how amazing a man your best friend is?" My brow furrowed when he referred to Felicity as a man. Felicity was the best friend I have ever had, but Dad referring to him as a man despite knowing who he was made me want to poke him. He might be dreaming. "What do you mean exactly, Dad?" I asked. If giving me a child made Felicity a man, Dad was not a valid reason.

I reminded him to show him there was no difference in leaving then or two weeks sooner. "Yes, I know. Even though I wish you wouldn't." "Why? You don't want a relationship, James," I replied, watching him stare at me with confusion. As much as I wanted it to be more, it couldn't be. I would never be accepted this way with him by anyone outside of the two of us. He was old enough to be my father, not that it mattered to me. Also, he was Tally's father. A girl who had been my best friend for years.