Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Dad

“You really like your mom.” “She’s awesome.” There wasn’t even a second of hesitation. The certainty in it made something shift quietly inside Alec. He looked away for a moment. “That’s nice.” Maxwell tilted his head slightly. “What about your parents?” Alec stayed quiet longer this time. And then, “My dad is my best friend.” The words came easier than expected. Because they were true. Everyone else seemed terrified of his father, but Alec had never understood why. Denver was calmer around him than anyone else in the world.

“Keep your phone near you at all times and I want you to check in with me every few hours. If I lost you too, I’d…” I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek. “I know, Dad. I miss Mom too, but she’s not coming back. I promise to check in and give my old man a little peace. I love you, Dad.” He didn’t look convinced of my story but let me go anyway. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was going to see an old friend I connected with. However, my father had no idea it was his best friend that I was going to be with.

Her laughter echoed through the hallway and something inside me clenched painfully. If my father were alive… If I still had someone who hugged me like that… Maybe I wouldn’t feel so breakable. Maybe I wouldn’t be standing here with a suitcase full of everything I owned. He finally released her, wiping a bit of moisture from his eyes. Then his gaze shifted to me. “And who is this?” he asked, His gravelly voice was still silky somehow, rough around the edges, but smooth enough to make my stomach flip. “This,” Allison beamed, grabbing my arm, “is Melanie. My best friend. My other half. The one I won’t shut up about.”

Author's POV The whole day Shane craved Emma as she asked him not to come during the daytime because it was Sunday. Her and her dad's day. And sealing his lips he spent his whole day with boy's, roaming around in bikes and then doing some help to Ben in his software development. Ben is Shane's closest and bestest friend and so is Akshay in male friend circle. Emma is his best friend as well but the things he can't share with her, he shares with these two idiots who are his secret keeper and biggest cheerleaders. They are his partner in crimes.

“We regroup. We need Thiago. And we need to find a way to beat Lucas at his own game.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Charging blindly into Lucas’s trap would only end in disaster. But every second we hesitated, my father was in danger. My phone buzzed again. I snatched it up, my breath catching when I saw a video message from an unknown number. My hands shook as I clicked to play it. The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare unfolded before my eyes. My father was slumped in a chair, his face pale and gaunt, dark rings under his eyes. He looked weak—frail—nothing like the proud, formidable man I grew up with. Lucas’s voice came through the video, smooth and mocking.

Evelyn asked, her soft eyes nearly pleading with us to break it to her. "Come here... I will tell you," I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. This time, Samuel didn't object. I slipped my arms around her, pulling her into my embrace, and kissing her forehead. A sigh of relief slipped past my lips. "You know, I'll be forever grateful to your dad for giving me you," I spoke. "I had no doubts that he was the best friend anyone could ever have, but last night, I became sure of another thing—he's the best dad and the best person. It's not about what's wrong or right, what's logical, or what should be done; he just wants you to stay with the one you love because, for him, you matter more

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

"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 replied, trying to mask my sadness. “That’s nice. Antonio told me about his recent breakup with Blair, do you think he’s seeing anyone now? Knowing the womanizer that he is, he should be seeing someone for him to leave Blair,” My dad teased. “U-u-uhm, I don’t think I know if he’s seeing anyone. How about we chat later dad, I have a class,” I said trying to dismiss the conversation. “A class? Honey it’s sunday,” He pointed out. “Yeah that’s right. Silly me,” I laughed. “I meant I have to prepare for my class tomorrow.”