My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

At that moment, the only thing I wanted was to fucking fade out of existence. That man was like my father, Infact a second father to me. He's been around for as long as I can remember, just that he wasn't always present. He's my father's best friend, they linked up in high school and refused to let each other go since then. He doesn't really stay here, he has a company far into the city and only began visiting every summer from two years ago. I was seventeen then, and I've last seen him when I was ten I think. Even as a kid, I've always fawned over his appearance, but I never really let the attraction mold.

I stammered. Dammit, Eliana. What the fuck are you doing? This man is Serena’s father. Your best friend’s father. Why the hell are you thinking about him like that? You are lucky you still have your job! His brow arched. “The meeting is over, Miss Ashcroft” I looked around and realized we were the only two left. Shit.

Xavier “I have told you several times that in this business there are no friends. You have to be very careful about who you let into your space.” My father scolded me on the phone. “I understand your point, father, but I have told you countless times not to worry about Adrian. And like I’ll always tell you, Adrian is my friend and brother.” I said. "Brother, from where? Because I am sure he didn’t come out of my loins.” My father said, and I had to roll my eyes. My father could be a little bit dramatic at times.

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

I said. “Then stop it.” “I am trying to.” “Then you have to try harder.” he pressured. At that moment, his words should have made me angry but they didn't. “You are my boss.” I said instead, trying to change the whole narrative. “Yes of course. You aren't lying when it comes to that.” “You are also my best friend's father. Zara is your daughter and she's my best friend.” “You know all of these. And yet you still came to me.”

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

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.

“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.”

But I couldn’t remember when and where did I met him. “I want you to meet Mr. Armando Frias, my bestfriend and your soon to be father-in-law.” “Hi.” I waved at him, still tight-lipped. It took me a moment or so before realizing what did I just heard. As my father’s words slowly sinked in to my brain, I started to panic and became anxious. “Father-in what?!” “I’m glad that I finally have the chance meet you, son.” And now he’s calling me like I knew him for the past few years of my life.

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?*