My Best Friends Dad Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fuck. And yet… only one man occupied my thoughts. It was wrong. Samson. My dad’s bestfriend. And the man who was like a second father to me. Uncle Samson had been there since I was born. Changing my diapers when my parents were at church functions, even now I was spending the weekend over. Teaching me to drive stick shift in the empty parking lot behind the mall when I was only fifteen. Showing up to most of my dance recital, every award ceremony, every moment my own parents couldn’t make because the church needed them more than I did.

"Five years ago, everything had gone wrong. My dad's company became bankrupt after a big loss and he lost his job. He then chose the wrong way, coming home drunk everyday and without any money, immersing himself in sorrow and self-pity. Our once happy family was then sympathized by everyone in the town. My mom said that there was a particular man who spoiled my dad and it was because of him that he came home drunk. That man was filthy rich and promised my dad for a job." "Who was that man?" "I don't know, I don't even want to know. That man and my dad became best friends though. One day, my dad left just like that. He just left a letter saying that he had been offered a job which is pretty r

He sounded so terrified at the mere thought of it. “I hope you will never had to find out,” I muttered sadly. My dad was my favorite person in the whole world. He was my best friend, other than Zach, and when our relationship shifted my father assumed the role of my best friend and confidant. But I also love my mother so much, and the thought of never seeing them again hurt like a physical cut. “How thoughtless of me. I am so sorry,” Dustin quickly apologized for his blunder. “It is alright,” I waved his apology away.

Have you ever thought of spreading your legs so fucking wide for your dad’s best friend that he wrecks your virgin pussy and fucks you full of cum for an entire summer while your dad thinks he’s just “protecting” you? Hey… it’s me again. Dad dropped the bombshell that I’d be staying with his best friend all summer. “Knox will look after you, baby. He’s family. You’ll be safe there.” Safe. Yeah right. Dad has no clue I’ve been creaming my panties for his best friend for years.

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

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?

We went our separate ways after that incident without any contacts shared. It was really hard for me to live knowing that l will never meet him again. My best friend Edina introduced me to her brother Eric six months ago. The guy confessed his love for me. I accepted him hoping that l will forget the man in my mind. But it never happened. That man kept on tormenting me. Last summer Edina suggested that l should spent it in her home to which l agreed. That's when it hit me hard that the man is my best friend and boyfriend's dad. I decided to end my relationship with Eric because l couldn't control myself anymore. I was so madly in love with the man after seeing him again. I thought since me a

“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.”

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.