My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

I replied, trying to mask my sadness. “That’s nice. Antonio told me about his recent breakup with Blair, do you think he’s seeing anyone now? Knowing the womanizer that he is, he should be seeing someone for him to leave Blair,” My dad teased. “U-u-uhm, I don’t think I know if he’s seeing anyone. How about we chat later dad, I have a class,” I said trying to dismiss the conversation. “A class? Honey it’s sunday,” He pointed out. “Yeah that’s right. Silly me,” I laughed. “I meant I have to prepare for my class tomorrow.”

“It’s a plausible reason. Your dad can’t be trusted, you know.” “Excuse me?” I jabbed my finger into his chest, spinning slightly to face him. “The only untrustworthy person here is you. My dad is the innocent one! You are that devil in two bestfriends!” Amusement flickered in his eyes before a hearty laugh escaped him. “Oh, baby, you’re so delusional,” he said, shaking his head. “Innocent? Your dad? Trust me, I’ve known him longer than you, and that is definitely not the case. You should’ve seen him in his college days. The only thing that straightened him out was you.”

my voice came out nervously, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the lies in my voice. "Come on, Scarlett. Don't make it look like a big deal. If my dad had such a hot man as a friend, I wouldn't mind going over to stay with him for some time whenever my parents travel..." she paused and rolled her eyes before she continued. "Sadly, my dad gathered a bunch of obesed men for friends. The sight of them even makes my skin crawl. Gosh!" I burst into laughter. "It's not funny, girl. Sometimes I wonder why my dad would be friends with such people. It's sad," she rubbed her temple, and I laughed.

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.

I chewed my thumbnail, scrolling up through our chat to see if he’d read it yet. That’s when my eyes flicked to the contact name at the very top of the screen. It wasn’t Tyler. It was **Rick**. As in Rick Uncle Rick. Jesus - my dad’s best friend since college. The guy my dad called “brother.” The one who’d been at every single family barbecue, every birthday, every Thanksgiving for the last fifteen years. The tall, silver-fox lawyer who always showed up with expensive wine for my parents and some little inside-joke gift for me, calling me “sweetheart” and ruffling my hair like I was still fifteen. The man my dad trusted with everything - house keys, emergency contacts, even the spare car whe

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

How was he able to morph between cold, fierce and friendly so easily? “Melanie, please come.” he called my name as he turned around. There was a way my name sounded on his lips… I shoved myself back to reality. Fawning over my best friend's father was a stupid thought. He was offering to cover my debt, and offer me a good job. This was the wrong time to mess something good. I walked towards him. “Meet my daughter’s friend.” He said to the valet who smiled at me. His hand was gently placed on my back.

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.

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.

I looked at my best friend—at her easy, bright smile, at the absolute, unwavering trust she had in her father—and felt a sharp pang of guilt so intense it almost took my breath away. She didn't know about the private elevator. She didn't know about the penthouse floor. She didn't know that the man she saw as a dedicated, solitary monk had spent six hours on Sunday night holding her best friend against a marble counter forty stories above the city. "He's a good dad, Sof," I said softly, meaning it. "The best," she agreed, wiping a crumb from her lip. She set her fork down and looked at me with a sudden, mischievous glint in her eyes. "Which brings me to my next point. You're coming to the Fou