My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“I think we both need a drink.” Jade leaned closer. “And you still liked him after that?” “God, I hated him. I did. But I also couldn't stop thinking about him. There was something about him. I don't know. It just..never left me. And trust me, It's not just about the dick.” Sophie returned to her seat with a tequila in her hand. “So you're saying, you slept with your dad's best friend. He ghosted you, and then went and fell in love with him anyway? Baby girl, your life is wild.”

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that reflected his personality, making him stand out amidst the crowds. You see, Ivor and my dad have been friends since I can remember. They met in high school because my dad took some classes with him and they started hanging out. Their friendship went on to the university as they decided to attend the university even though my dad majored in architecture and Ivor went on to major in business administration. Ivor doesn't talk about his family that much and for all I know, he was orphaned at the age of six. As if he senses me because his eyes shoot up from his conversation with a business partner, I think. His eyes gaze at mine with so much inten

Tonight, I wrote: Dear Little One, Your mom is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. She’s strong, smart, and so full of love. You’re going to have the best life, and I can’t wait to meet you. I promise to protect you, to guide you, and to always be there for you, no matter what. Love, Dad I closed the laptop, a sense of peace washing over me. Life was far from perfect, but with Bridgette by my side, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”

"Is he good to you?" I felt Lucien go still beside me. Not tense. Still. Like a man holding his breath. "I'm not seeing anyone," I said. It was the most honest I'd been in weeks. My father frowned slightly. "No? Huh. Your mother thinks the best way to get over a guy is with another guy." "I'm sure Mom thinks a lot of things." My mother gave me a look over her wine glass. I gave her one right back. "Well," my dad said, "whoever he is, whenever he turns up, I'd like to meet him."

"I want to know, Gerrard. I want to know what the hell these parasites are doing in your house." He lets out a laugh, but it's so bitter that I feel the pain he's going through. But when I still don't let go, he relents. "Smith was my late father's best friend... his best man at my parent's wedding... his go to. I feel sorry to say that when we were kids, I actually liked the man." Running a hand down his face, he gets up from the bed. But I don't. I want to give him the space and patience he needs to recount this to me.