My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me Novels & Stories

Now I was nothing but an employee and his daughter's best friend to him and whatever it was that happened between us was already long forgotten by him. It made me wonder if he regretted sleeping with me that night and much to my dismay, I felt a part of me hurt when I had that thought. I mentally scolded myself immediately. I was with Aiden and I was happy. I shouldn't be fawning over my best friend's dad who definitely had a line of older and more achieved women at his beck and call. So whatever it was that we had that fateful day was long gone and it was time I moved on too.

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.

“They’ll get accuracy. Not theater.” Elias cut across the hall and stopped close enough that only I heard him. Up close, the father-rage was not theatrical. It was tiring and lethal. “You let my daughter ride into blood while that bond sat between you like a private arrangement.” His voice stayed low. “I want to put steel in you. I am choosing not to. Do not confuse that with forgiveness.” “I won’t.” “Good. Because these walls can smell her on you already. Some of them will call it destiny. Some will call it a problem to manage. If you let them manage her, I will end this myself.”

Christie whined, scrolling endlessly through her phone. ‎"Well, that's because it's one of the largest corporate conglomerates here in Country Q," my dad replied calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. ‎"Oh... that reminds me of something," Christie chimed, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous spark. "Since Arthur and my dad are both single... why don't they just remarry?" ‎My dad choked instantly on his food, coughing loudly as he grabbed a napkin. ‎"I'm full. I have to go meet Mrs. Helen. I'm going upstairs to grab my bag first," I announced, standing up quickly to escape the conversation.

, 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?

A best friend like Josey is the best thing that happened to me. "You know I love you, right? I can't watch you suffer, Gabs. I'd rather lay down my life for you. You're all I have and I can't watch you in so much and do nothing about it." My Dad argued. " Can you both just stop with all this emotional family drama so we can focus on the matter at hand? How do we get rid of this Capone Rossi? Cause I definitely can't watch my best friend marry a heartless lunatic nor can I watch my best friend's hot Dad die." Josey said startling us both.

"My dad is homophobic" "Sadly I know" "You do?" He scoffed. "You forget that am your dad's friend. We attended the same college. Though, he was older but lacked in studies which made him repeat a couple of years in school" Yeah right, I forgot that I was dating my dad's friend. He would probably die from a stroke the minute he find out, I couldn't imagine what his face would be and I hope he never finds out till I finish college. "Did he do something?"

I don't want any other woman to go through such a mess just because of me. “I know very well that both of you are best friends and you want to keep your relationship going by getting both your kids married to each other, but I'm sorry that because I have never liked her and she knows very well that I don't like her, I wouldn't want your best friend's daughter to go through a loveless relationship with me, which is why I don't want you to bring her into this.” My dad looked very surprised when he heard what I said. Obviously he wasn't expecting that at all.

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“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?”