Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Dad

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

Stefen asked narrowing his eyebrows. "Well you know... the thing is..." "My dad told you, didn’t he? He was the only one other than me who knew that. " "Come on man." "Are you two teaming up against me?... Again?" "Oh no no no man. Don't make a big deal out of it. He is your dad and it is normal for him to worry about you and I am your best friend so it is normal of me to worry about you too." "You two are unbelievable." Stefen sighed.

His Dad is Noah, my dad's best friend since they were practically babies. There was some drama between our fathers and uncle Andras right before we were all born. Something about aunt Bron thinking she was in love with Noah but him being a total dickhead to her. We never got the whole story or anything, but according to Noah himself, it was pretty bad. “Hey, Trevor!” “Hey, man.” “Sup, dude?”

he replied. "Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer. "Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

“Since I was fourteen. Lily and I have been best friends forever. Alexander has always been like a second father to me.” “Second father,” Marcus repeated, tasting the words. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Interesting choice of words. Because the energy between you two doesn’t feel very… fatherly.” Alexander stood up abruptly, towering over Marcus. “That’s enough. Mia is family. You will speak about her with respect, or you can take your documents and leave.”

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.

“And I won’t let her ever treat you like that. You shouldn’t have let her in, there is a reason why I tried to keep you away from her all this time.” Natasha nods and sighs. “I know dad, I know. Sorry, I thought she changed.” “She doesn’t know how to be something else. You are the only good thing she ever made.” She smiles and jumps to hug him tightly. “I love you dad.” “I love you too sweetheart,” he says and closes his eyes. The situation itself causing me to smile and feel warmth from the tender moment shared. "Lexie has been nothing but a loyal friend to me, and she doesn't deserve this either," Natasha adds fiercely, her gaze never leaving her father's face.