My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

“He has done enough, Bel. He let you bring me here to stay with you. That’s enough. I don’t want to bother him any further.” Maribel chuckled. “Trust me, it’s no bother. I’m sure he wouldn’t even mind. My dad will do anything I ask of him, Tessa. He wouldn’t sit back and watch my best friend suffer just because she’s broke.” Tessa wondered what her best friend’s father would be like. They’d been friends for four years, ever since college, but today would be the first time she’d meet him.

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.”

Fuck. And yet… only one man occupied my thoughts. It was wrong. Samson. My dad’s bestfriend. And the man who was like a second father to me. Uncle Samson had been there since I was born. Changing my diapers when my parents were at church functions, even now I was spending the weekend over. Teaching me to drive stick shift in the empty parking lot behind the mall when I was only fifteen. Showing up to most of my dance recital, every award ceremony, every moment my own parents couldn’t make because the church needed them more than I did.

“She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.” He shrugged. “It's boring. My dad runs a small private equity firm. I’m just trying to graduate without him forcing me into it.” He tilted his head. “Mirabel said you’re an orphan? That’s rough. Sorry, that came out blunt. I’m not good at this.” “It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. “It was a long time ago.” “Still.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, I’m around. We can be friends. Mirabel says you’re the strongest person she knows.”

What Blake knew was that the portrait was a reckless purchase… not the truth. That I was the filthy artist. And that faceless man was no stranger. He is Dominic Mercer. My dad’s best friend. A man twice my age. He was practically my dad’s partner in crime, until he disappeared. My head involuntarily bobs to the loud banging music in the club. The neon-blue light swings back and forth as if finding the best talent, and settles on sexy strippers in pairs of daring lingerie. One of them dives for the pole and like a fluid, twists around it with her head hanging down.

my dad murmured softly, giving me a weak, affectionate smile. ‎"You don't look fine to me," I pouted, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. ‎"I'm so sorry, baby," my dad apologized, his hand reaching up to cup my face in his warm palm. "I should have been the one handling the wolves at the company, not you. But look at you... my daughter is a grown, capable woman now. You held the Harrington Group together when everything fell apart. I am so proud of you, Maya."

He said yes without any hesitation. Daniel has been my dad's closest friend for as long as I can remember. He practically helped raise me. I have so many memories of him from when I was small. He was always there, always looking out for me, always ready to help with anything I needed. He was the best person I knew.

But I set the bottle down anyway, lifting my newly filled glass and taking a more measured sip this time. The alcohol was loosening me inside, making me braver than I should be. I set my glass down and leaned forward slightly. "So, Dad. You and Zander. You're best friends, right?" "Of course." My father smiled, cutting into his lasagna. "I've told you this. We were college roommates." "Right." I nodded, very aware of Zander's eyes on me now. "But if you're such good friends, how come I've never met him before? I mean, if he's your best friend, wouldn't you have stayed in closer touch?"

She cried again. My dad was and is a father like no other. The only one in the million. Not because he was rich no. It was due to his love and character. We were too proud of him. He was our heaven but only to wake up one day that we ain't biological related. We went mad, especially me. I became the lost sheep. Thanks to my hubby here that l found myself again. I bowed that no one will replace my dad. Gavin Maina. Not because he was rich and famous that am afraid to live poorly,but because he was the best friend l grew up with and knowing. It's unfortunately he can't share today's happiness with me. With us. I would have liked it when l run to him. In his warm chest and give him a tight hugg

Closing his newspaper as he spoke. Nathan and my dad are close. They are always filling each other in and sometimes it’s annoying because you can’t keep something from the other if you tell the one. It’s funny because my dad is not as close to Nathan’s father as he is to his son. Sometimes I feel like Nathan is my dad’s actual best friend and not Nathan’s father. “Yeah.” I responded without much enthusiasm, hoping that he’d pick up that I didn’t want to talk about that. “How’d it go?”