My Best Friends Father Novels & Stories

Damien looked at Sorcha with clear disappointment etched across his face. “What do you mean you love him?” he demanded. “He’s years older than you, Sorcha. He’s my best friend. How could you fall in love with him?” His voice rose, sharp and unfamiliar. It was the first time in a long while he had spoken to her like this. Beside him, Elena stood quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she watched the exchange between father and daughter unfold.

Best friend indeed. “If he is indeed my father's best friend, how come I never met him? Why wasn't he present at the funeral yesterday?” Why did we have to meet in a club if they were truly best friends? I wanted to add. He cleared his throat and shifted on his chair. “Your father and I fell out some years ago due to some business issue, but then I realized that he wasn't at fault. I tried to reach him but my attempts were unsuccessful until last night when your mom reached out to me. I'm still pissed that she didn't call me when he was ill. I'd have done everything within my power to help him stay alive,”

Warren and Uncle Vincent were conversing, and my father was on the phone with someone. When I walked in and made myself present, everyone's attention was drawn to me, and my uncle gasped. "There's my favourite goddaughter!" He jumps out of his seat and walks over to me, grinning. He pulls me into one of his bear hugs. "I'm your only goddaughter, Vincent," I laugh and shake my head at him. Uncle Vincent was my father's best friend; he's been in my father's Mafia for nearly forever. My mother told me about their other best friend, but things didn't work out for him since he allegedly betrayed both my uncle and father, which neither of us appreciated.

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.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

My eyes teared up and I couldn’t help but cry out as I reached my climax. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” He jerked in my mouth. It was warm and tasted like pure pleasure as I swallowed. I licked all the way down to his base as his groans filled the room. I just fucking came from sucking my father’s best friend’s dick, and it was the best fucking thing ever.

until I shattered. So he was Mirabel’s father. My best friend’s father. Rhys Connell. My heart thumped loudly at the realization, and panic hit me like ice water was dumped over my head—sharp, suffocating, and spreading from my chest to my fingertips in seconds. My pulse hammered so loud I was sure they could hear it. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t breathe properly. Every muscle locked in place while my mind screamed one word on repeat:

“I’m very consistent.” “The worst kind of friend.” She set her phone down. “Can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “Do you think he’s happy?” She asked it simply, looking at the television rather than me. “My dad. Like actually. Not just, functioning.” “What’s making you think about that?”

I asked. He nodded and started driving again. "So, how did that happen?" I asked, curious. "My father was his father’s best friend and also the former beta," he replied. "And?" I asked again. It was not enough. "Kaizer is my best friend too," he continued sparingly. Best friends, yet the way they treated each other was cold. Or were they just naturally like that? Whatever. "I heard you still have not found your mate," I asked again. He glanced at me.

“You’ve never fucked anyone?” Luca choked on his bacon. “Jesus Christ, Dad!” Nico’s jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped along his chin. “I—” Asher’s voice cracked again. “Can we not do this right now?” “No,” Nico said flatly. “We’re doing this shit right now.” Luca threw his hands up. “Okay, I’m out. This is some weird father-son-best-friend intervention I did not sign up for.” He grabbed two more pieces of bacon and backed toward the hallway.