My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.”

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

By evening, I was bored out of my mind. So, I did what any sane girl in my position would—I called Levi. “Finally,” she said the second her voice hit the speaker. “I thought you’d vanished into some sugar-daddy dungeon or something.” I laughed, curling up on the couch with my knees tucked under me. “Not sugar daddy. He’s my dad’s best friend, remember?” “Oh my God, you’re saying it like that makes it better.” Her laugh was loud, scandalized. “Babe, you’re playing with pure fire.”

“And I won’t let her ever treat you like that. You shouldn’t have let her in, there is a reason why I tried to keep you away from her all this time.” Natasha nods and sighs. “I know dad, I know. Sorry, I thought she changed.” “She doesn’t know how to be something else. You are the only good thing she ever made.” She smiles and jumps to hug him tightly. “I love you dad.” “I love you too sweetheart,” he says and closes his eyes. The situation itself causing me to smile and feel warmth from the tender moment shared. "Lexie has been nothing but a loyal friend to me, and she doesn't deserve this either," Natasha adds fiercely, her gaze never leaving her father's face.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

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.

I asked nervously when his face lit up and he embraced me to him with a smile on his face. "There is nothing else I would want more than this thing, my daughter." dad replies kissing on my forehead " I will leave you alone to get ready." he begins to leave when I stopped dad. " Hey, dad. Please don't tell me that since you are Zach's best friend, you are his man too?" I asked when dad only grinned making me groan while everyone in the room laugh.

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

I always thought that when my dad died I would fall apart, that I would feel lost, but now here, in front of his grave, I can only feel peace. My dad was my best friend for a long time; he was my rock, and even though I can't see him again, I know he left me with the best memories any father could give his daughter. He gave me all his love, he gave me the foundation for my business, and he gave me everything that no one else could have.

I already know the kind of father that I have. “Correct. My dad and your dad were once best friends.” “Ken Wallace?” my voice is low but I know that Dad once had a friend named Wallace. “Correct. I know that if Keiran Wallace is mentioned, it will ring a bell. But your damned old man is so selfish that he didn't even remember the boy that he almost killed. What a pathetic man.” Keiran scoffs and he turns back to look outside the window. Dad killed his family. I'm not surprised. And he's keiran Wallace and not Thorn. His dad was my dad’s best friend then. He was always talked about.