My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

I said as I recalled back this morning when he drove me to school he was talking about how he came to be friends with my father during their college days. Though I was a little curious then, but now I just brought the topic back because honestly I couldn’t really tell him what I really needed, which was his huge dick inside me, stretching my tight virgin hole, filling me completely while he fucked me hard and deep until I couldn’t think straight. “Oh. I did promise to tell you about that when we get home, didn't I?” He said, his gaze still heavy on me, making my nipples tighten painfully against my gown. “Yeah, and I have been very curious to know because honestly you two are very much diffe

“I am not a creep or a stalker. Your father was my friend; I came because I owe it to him and your mother to take care of you.” “I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I told him, an ugly laugh bubbling out of me. “And since when did my father care if I was cared for? He left. He asked for nothing. He left my mother to suffer alone. If a man like that was your friend, I don’t know what that makes you.” “Obligated,” he said. “And late.” It wasn’t an apology; it was a fact. “Don’t wrap him in dignity he didn’t earn,” I said. “Don’t wrap yourself in it either, Your Majesty. You don’t know what it's like here.”

“So it doesn’t look like you two are ever going to get back together.” “She is married to another man, Martin. No chance for me anymore.” His visitor muttered with a low laugh. “Hey Elena,” My father raised his head and looked at me, still grinning. I was too lost trying to recall who his visitor was, that I didn’t remember to answer him. His visitor eventually turned back to look at me, and that was when I saw him. My brows lifted in surprise as we locked gazes. “Mr. Richard?” I muttered, almost immediately lost in his beauty. ‘My father’s best friend is back!’ I thought in surprise, I almost forgot about him. He looked older but better compared to the last time I saw him.

“Y…yes, we know each other.” Cassian raised an eyebrow. “Really?…how come?” I looked down at the folder in my hands. “He’s my best friend’s father.” The words tasted strange. My best friend. Past tense, even if I hadn’t said it aloud. I took a breath. “And he was also my father’s best friend, too.” Cassian’s expression shifted slightly. “Oh.” I nodded. Not too enthusiastically. Not enough to invite further questions. I hoped. Unfortunately, Cassian appeared to be a man who enjoyed questions.

She was right there, staring at me disappointedly. She must be embarrassed to call me her best friend. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to blink to erase the images. But all I could taste was my best friend's father, in my throat. And hearing my best friend's disappointed broken spirit chiding me in my head. My best friend and my father? That line destroys me. I was finally able to snap out of my frozen state, I couldn't chase after her, my legs were fixed in place, and very weak.

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.

Against me. “What’s wrong?” I managed, trying not to show how scared I was. One of them laughed, sharp and low. “Your father’s becoming a problem. If he wants to stay alive in New  York, he should stop stepping on our toes.” “I don’t know anything about his business,” I said, keeping my chin up. “But if you touch me, my father will kill you.” That made them laugh harder. “Kill us?” one sneered. “He wouldn’t dare. Your father’s a coward. If it weren’t for a few friends of his we’d rather not upset, he’d already be dead.”

**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.

“No my child.I am starting to worry about him. I can’t even reach him on his phone number.What if something has happened to him?” My heart sinked. But I stayed strong for my father,he and uncle Ben had been best friend’s long before I could spell “mama”. They adored one another.A friendship so tight I also longed for such, I’d be incredibly fortunate to have a friend like that as well. The bell rang as we were about to call it a night. I went to open the door,a tall man,with a wonderful German haircut greeted me. The man introduced himself as Byron Debeer. My father walked to the door. “Ronny,I thought I heard a familiar voice..come in.” he said in a trembling voice.

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