My Dad Best Friend Novels & Stories

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

The kind we had fought to earn the right to care about. Through the open door I watched Kael work the sticky pump with the same focus he gave war maps. The bond sat quiet and deep between us, no alarm, no court performance, only the low awareness of him existing in my father’s yard without either of them bleeding for it. “He’s still the man who took you from this house,” Father said behind me, voice low. “He’s also the man who stands beside me in the one I built.” I did not turn. “I don’t need you to love that. I need you to keep writing about fences.”

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

0 New Messages on POF. Sighing loudly, I decided to just lay down and scroll through Facebook on my phone. There wasn't much else to do, and I was curious to see what people were getting up too. It was pretty much the same old, same old... and then a post popped up that made me freeze. Roman Lewis. Super hot Roman Lewis. Sadly to me, Mr Lewis. My dad's best friend. He was such a daddy fantasy. Sure, he was older..in his mid 40's I believe, but that's what made him so attractive, He was one of those... old but in shape with tattoos and a beard. Just, extremely attractive overall!

I scoff. "It's not babysitting" Evans chimes in walking closer. Okay, I don't know how the hell I got close to the Bond's brothers again, I know I lost contact with them forever. Our dads used to be friends or partners or whatever relationship they had, my dad never had friends. We knew each other from a young age… I could say they were the only friends I had back then. Well, my dad made it clear to me that they weren't my friends, since they weren't well off, the poor and the rich can't be friends…

“Not Mathew Cross, right?” “You know him?” “Yeah, he’s dad’s best friend and my godfather.” “Oh.” “How did you meet him? I haven’t heard anything from him since dad’s funeral.” A whirlwind of emotions suddenly swirled inside my chest. For the longest time, I thought he and dad were just old people who liked to have afternoon barbecues and bottles of beer whenever they got together. Both retired from the military and worked for Summit. I only learned of the true nature of their jobs through Dad’s journal. He had no family, which made searching for him impossible. I hoped he was fine, hiding or doing what he did best, but the thought of his demise crossed my mind over time. A tremendous weight

When Dad started to talk, I’m all ears for me not to miss even the single detail of whatever he says. Dad talk first about his best friend, Andrea. I was hurt by what I found out today but not the worst. I think, that's also because I grew up not close to my Mom.