Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Dad

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.

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” “I did too. I want to hear about your childhood, Astrid. Your college days and your first date even though your dad already told me that part. I want to hear it from you.” I laughed, "Don’t pretend you care about me, Sir.” “You’re wrong about that. Your father is my best friend and I’ve been informed that I’m your godfather. So, I do care about you and I want you to believe that.” I bring my eyes to his.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

I instantly pulled away from the duvet as I turned the volume of the tv louder . “He choose me and he always does , I am not going to feel guilty because I’m with the man that I love , if you are not comfortable with any of this , then you can as well go kill yourske , because I do not care “ When she finished talking , my father had that proud look on his face . I have never seen him look this proud ever and it just makes me think that he was standing beside my best friend and ripping my heart apart . I hated him , I hated him with everything that I had left in me , why did he have to do this , just why .

"Oh, what a shame. But don't worry, darling. I'll make sure the company is well taken care of when you inevitably screw up." "Shut up, Victoria," I snapped, my hands shaking against the table. I turned back to the lawyer. "Who is it? Who did my dad pick? Let me guess, one of his old, retired golf buddies who I can easily pay off?" Robert shook his head slowly. "No. Your father chose someone who cannot be bought. Someone who already holds a massive stake in the market and has the power to manage Beaumont Enterprises if you fail." "Just give me a name, Robert."

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

, I confessed. “Why would you, dad, if you knew she was your mate,” she cried out. “She was just your best friend, both of you are of the same age. I panicked” “That is not an excuse dad, I know how Mate pulls works, you hurt her dad” she scolded. “I know and I am ready to make it up to her” I admitted. “Better, I can’t believe I lost my best friend all because of you” she exclaimed. “I am never letting her out of my sight again” I said.

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that reflected his personality, making him stand out amidst the crowds. You see, Ivor and my dad have been friends since I can remember. They met in high school because my dad took some classes with him and they started hanging out. Their friendship went on to the university as they decided to attend the university even though my dad majored in architecture and Ivor went on to major in business administration. Ivor doesn't talk about his family that much and for all I know, he was orphaned at the age of six. As if he senses me because his eyes shoot up from his conversation with a business partner, I think. His eyes gaze at mine with so much inten

he asked in concern and sat down on the edge of my bed. When I met his gaze, I wanted to look away. I could feel my face burning even hotter than before. I bit down on my lip and lowered my gaze. My lashes trembled as I said feebly, “I feel so stressed, Dad.” Dad’s expression grew serious, and he fell into a thoughtful silence. Panic rose in my heart. No matter what, he was like my father. He doted on me. How could I even think of wanting to do those things with him?