My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

"You're fucking my father and you never meant to hurt me?" "Don't talk to her like that," I said automatically. "Don't defend her!" Eudora whirled on me. "Don't you dare defend her right now. She's my best friend, she's known me since we were kids, and you—" She jabbed a finger at my chest. "You're my father. You're supposed to protect me, not seduce my friends the second I leave town." "It wasn't like that." "Then what was it like?" She was shouting now, drawing the attention of neighbors. "Please explain to me how you accidentally started fucking someone half your age who happens to be my best friend."

The thought should have made me panick and feel guilty, but instead, it only made me to drip more into her father's mouth. He didn’t slow down. He kept taking my juices. My moans grew louder. My fingers tightened in his hair. At this point, I was completely lost in the feel of my best friend’s father eating my pussy like it was the only meal he would ever need.

"Inside, you'll find real mastermind sitting behind the seat on Country K's Financial Council." ‎Ever since my father fell ill, my life had turned into a high-stakes war zone, making me the target of ruthless tycoons. But looking at Charles, I knew I wasn't easy to bring down anymore. ‎The moment we stepped back into our private suite at the hotel, the emotional overload of seeing my father so weak, combined with the pure relief of knowing he was recovering, swept through me like a tidal wave. ‎I turned to Charles, unbuttoning his shirt and pressing my body against his broad chest.

"Your mother's best friend happens to be Marcus's biological mother. The words sounded like a cruel joke. “Her twin brother was friends too with your mother, making all four of them and their inseparable friendship. So yes, your father, Frank Carter, your mother, and Marcus's biological parents were the best of friends." Now I understood why Frank was Marcus's godfather. Everything clicked all at once.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

He looked like a man who had been arguing with himself for a long time and had finally stopped. He kissed me harder. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his mouth taking me apart. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with four years of wanting behind it and the sound he made low in his chest went straight through me. "Rafael..." I breathed against his mouth. "We can't..." "Why not?" He asked, his lips moved to my jaw, my throat. I tipped my head back without meaning to and his mouth followed. "Because... because Chloe is my best friend," I stammered. "You're her father and I live here, and-"

“Out of everyone?” “He didn’t do anything wrong.” “He’s twenty-five years older than you.” “I know math.” “This isn’t funny.” “I’m not joking.” My father dragged a hand down his face like he suddenly had a headache. “He practically helped raise you.” “He protected me.” “That’s not the issue.” “It is for me.” My father stared at me in disbelief. “Nova, this man is my oldest friend.” “And he loves me.” Silence filled the room instantly. My father looked genuinely stunned.

I said with a sigh. "Who's the guy?" "His name is Mike, he is Daren's best friend in high school." I answered his question. "Mike...?" I notice the raising of his eyebrows, I can read on his face as if that name is familiar to him. "Yep. Uhm, wait, don't think that I was a two timer back then, that I took them both at the same time. You might think differently, Daren and Mike are still best friends. My daughter's father is the best friend of the one I married, won't you think I'm a different two timer or maybe I'm a dirty woman."

"I want to know, Gerrard. I want to know what the hell these parasites are doing in your house." He lets out a laugh, but it's so bitter that I feel the pain he's going through. But when I still don't let go, he relents. "Smith was my late father's best friend... his best man at my parent's wedding... his go to. I feel sorry to say that when we were kids, I actually liked the man." Running a hand down his face, he gets up from the bed. But I don't. I want to give him the space and patience he needs to recount this to me.

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.