My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

However, I do not move from there until a detective from the NYPD who knows my dad lets me into his office and closes the door. I sit on the faux leather chair and stare at Detective Ford. He’s tall, lean, and has a bald head and black skin. I would not call him friends with Dad since he goes against him sometimes. Seriously, Dan is Dad’s only friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. Oh, and Detective Ford has a strong sense of justice, so that puts us on the same side, because Dad definitely does not have that. “You are not supposed to be here, Ms. Shaw.”

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

I groan and walk through, they are great guys, but they all treat me like a little girl, like their daughter. “Your dad, and you remember your uncle Damon right?” I nod, how can I forget? Sure, it has been five years, but I remember him. I was what, seventeen when I last saw him? I don’t come home often and when I do, I don’t stay long. “Like I could forget.” He is one of dad’s oldest friends, although my dad is fifty, and Damon is forty, he is still his best friend. We walk out, my eyes settling on my dad as his eyes widen.

“And yet you were ready to climb it like a mountain goat.” I laughed awkwardly, fingers brushing his as I took the jar. Mistake. Fire bloomed up my arm at the contact. “Thank you,” I said, trying not to sound breathless. “Um… not to be weird but… do I know you?” His eyes flickered with amusement. “You should.” He took a step closer. “I’m Dean Maddox.” My stomach dropped. Wait…no. NO. Dean Maddox? The name my dad never stopped mentioning? His best friend? The one he “trusted more than anyone on earth”? My crush is my dad's best friend?

I didn't want to make a rash decision, and now the elders are adding extra pressure. My dad looked at my reaction, and he knows me so well, he saw the conflict within me, and he said “Is there anything I should know about?” I looked up at him and nodded. My dad is the Supreme Alpha, but he is also one of my best friends. Aside from Nathan, I know I can confide in him.

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.

“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.”

her mom called. "Yeah," she answered, kicking her shoes off and walking through the kitchen to talk to her. She could see her and her dad sitting on the patio, and she was surprised to see her dad's best friend, Mr. Harrison, sitting with them. "Hi, Mr. Harrison," she said. "I didn't know you were here." She was pretty happy to see him. Mr. Harrison was a great guy. He was always so nice to her, and he wasn't bad to look at, either. You couldn't tell he was even close to the same age as her dad, except for the fact that his hair was starting to grey. He was recently single, too, which had triggered a fantasy or two for her in the past as she ignored the fact that he was old enough to be her

"Fine. But I hope you’re ready, Wifey, because once we go down this road, there’s no turning back." I ignored the way my stomach flipped at the nickname and narrowed my eyes. "I stopped turning back a long time ago, remember?" Thiago chuckled softly, then reached for his phone. A few swipes later, he turned the screen toward me. It was an old photograph—grainy and slightly blurred—of my father standing beside a man I didn’t recognize. They were shaking hands outside of a large estate, the kind that reeked of old money and deeper secrets.

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later