My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

My dad drove fast to meet his friend. "Are you okay if I see my friend for awhile?" My dad asked me and I nodded "It's fine, just take your time dad." I smiled and he ruffled my hair After we arrived at a cute cafe name Coffetouria, I get out from the car and walked to into the cafe. My dad is shooking hands with his 2 friends and I guess the shoter one is my dad's bestfriend. "Chris, this is my daughter Rose." He introduced my dad to his daughter. I walked in and bow

Richard Forbes, our neighbour and my dad’s best friend, our families were closely knit and the whole town knew about it. My dad “Fredrick Jones” was the most humble and genuine guy in this entire town of Green witch and my family was kind of looked up to by the people of this town, our vineyard was the source of income for the most people of this town and my dad was genuinely concerned about their well being. Mr Forbes and my father have been friends since their childhood, when Mr Forbes lost his parents in a car accident it was my grandfather who took care of him and that was the reason my dad and he grew to be inseparable.

I don't want any other woman to go through such a mess just because of me. “I know very well that both of you are best friends and you want to keep your relationship going by getting both your kids married to each other, but I'm sorry that because I have never liked her and she knows very well that I don't like her, I wouldn't want your best friend's daughter to go through a loveless relationship with me, which is why I don't want you to bring her into this.” My dad looked very surprised when he heard what I said. Obviously he wasn't expecting that at all.

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.

best friend had been doing with a container of whipped cream and a strawberry in our kitchen under an hour ago, she would be utterly horrified. Emily: But seriously, Dad... seeing how desperate my friends' moms are to get your number made me think. You really need to start going out more. You’ve been single for way too long, and you spend 90% of your weekends buried in those stupid financial reports. You deserve to find someone and have a life outside of work and me. Especially now that I’m graduating soon.

I laugh and he grins. "I still have my mind reading skills. All dads with daughters have them," Dad says whipping out his dad humor. I laugh and excuse myself to the restroom. With dad nothing really changes and for that I am glad. I love him. He is my best friend just as much as he is my dad. I am so glad Carol and him have worked out. I really didn't want him here alone even with all the friends he has made. DYLAN POV ONE WEEK BEFORE "Hi, um hello....Mr.Evans, this is Dylan."

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

Elana. “Have you gone mad?” Father asked in irritation at my reaction to the introduction of his special guest. I closed my gaped mouth and stared in disbelief at the man who sat across from my father. Alex. Alex is my father’s best friend. So he knew who my father was and he denied knowing him. He knew what could happen and yet had the guts to show up at my house to stay? I didn’t even know whether to be angry at the petty man or scared. Who knows how long he’ll stay?