My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

“You like him, but he has some sort of guardianship over you. It is not healthy.” “That is not true.” “It is, in a way,” Chris chimes in. “I mean, it would’ve also been creepy if he was banging his best friend’s daughter.” “Why are you calling it creepy?” I nearly shout. “I thought you weren’t judgy, Chris.” “I am not. I am just thinking about it from your dad’s perspective. Do you think he’d be full of smiles if he found out that his best friend took advantage of his daughter when he should’ve been taking care of her? He’s the older one. He should know better.”

He told me. "I am already thankful for Salvatore that he found you. Now I am here to ask you a favour from you." My father paused and before he could ask me for anything that I can't provide him with, I changed the topic as quickly as possible. "So tell me father, what's the name of your best friend with whom my mother cheated on you with." I asked. "Alessio Romano." My father replied.

SOLD OFF AALIYAH Seconds turn into minutes and I'm still stupefied from what I just heard. I'm trying to wrap my head around it but it's making me feel a bit sick. The man in front of me is Beta Nicholas Brooks. He's been my Father's best friend for decades and also his Beta. He's also my best friend's father and my godfather. He's a year younger than my father and that keeps him in his mid-fifties. I'm just twenty-one. A fucking rift of an age difference.

"I am sorry, I should have come back, but it was too hard seeing this place without. It was his proudest achievement. The loss was too much, he may have been like a father to you, but he was father to me, a mentor and a best friend. I am sorry, if you felt like I had abandoned you, but I had to grieve in my own way. I needed space, then the season started and you know the rest." I didn't have to explain anything to him, but I did. He was my friend even though we were going through a rough patch at the time of the incident. I didn't wait for his answer and went straight to the gym where his father was supposed to be. He was my father's best friend and right hand man. Even though both claimed

They have already decided. "Have you noticed how amazing a man your best friend is?" My brow furrowed when he referred to Felicity as a man. Felicity was the best friend I have ever had, but Dad referring to him as a man despite knowing who he was made me want to poke him. He might be dreaming. "What do you mean exactly, Dad?" I asked. If giving me a child made Felicity a man, Dad was not a valid reason.

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

"Yes, I came to order a designated shoe for my dad's birthday." "You must be very close to your father." I smiled. "Yes, I am. He is my best friend." He snorted. It made a pleasant sound in my ear. "Mine is quite the opposite. My father was my worst enemy." I gaped at him. How could he say something like that with so much calmness? "Seriously?" He nodded. "Yes. We didn't get along that much until it was too late." "I'm so sorry about that," I said with so much concern in my voice.

Their best friend, someone that they rely on is what I had always wished for, but here I am, I can’t even take an excuse to be with them when they are sick because of my past. The past that I don’t want it to affect the lives of my kids. The past that I don’t want them to have anything to do with. I am going to be both their mother and their father, they don’t need any incompetent man to stand up for that title. Using my personal line, I rang up the driver, letting him know that we would be going to the other side of the town for meeting, before I prepared my bag. To say, this is the first time I would be going to a meeting with Mr. Charles to another company. He had always gone there alone,

Elijah. “FUCKKK!!!” I screamed. I bashed my fist into the wall. Bridge was crying. And my dad looked absolutely and utterly heartbroken. Not only did he have her. We put her into the fucking car with him. Not only that. But it was my best friends dad. My brother. This was going to kill Oliver. And my dad. Norman was his best friend and brother. And now we were all fucking screwed. My dad, Oliver’s and Frankie’s dad and Emery’s dad.. before he had died.. had been best friends. Brothers. They did literally everything together. The same way the four of us did growing up.. still do now. And up until this moment .. so did they.

“You never invited me out to restaurants before or bought me fancy things, so apologies if I'm a little surprised by the grand gestures tonight. He leaned forward, his jaw locked like he didn't like what I was insinuating. “First of all, we never went out because we were hiding from my daughter Claire, who is also your best friend, and secondly, you said that expensive things don't matter to you, and I loved that you could be comfortable with me.” “That's not an excuse and you know it,” I huffed. Realizing I wasn't going to buy the excuse, he sighed. “Okay, you're right and I hid you. Partially because I loved what we had back then…no noise or opinions from the outside world and the two of u