My Dad's Best Friend Novels & Stories

The only reason I used to hang out with those guys was because we walked in the same circles and they all belonged to families my parents were friends with. And Considering the fact that I’m also the major force behind sending my dad to prison, that might be another reason for them to stay away from me. No family wants their kids to hang out with someone who sends their father to jail. Which is the biggest joke ever because all my friends have done far worse things to humiliate their parents. One of them even slept with his stepmom and stepsister behind his dad’s back. And he probably still does because most dads—I’m sorry to say this—are kind of dumb when it comes to family.

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

"And scary for you—he loves talk about his daughter—her likes and dislikes." A short laugh escaped me. "I can't with my dad." "You should be grateful. He'd kill for you." That smile again, easy and yet edged. "I am," I said, settling into the counter comfortably despite the heat and proximity, he was right beside me and here we were talking and sitting side by side as if we'd been best friends from childhood, "But I'd prefer he didn't spill all my secrets." "He doesn't need to." He laughed. "I already know everything about you."

“Why are they here?” I hissed under my breath. “I was told that you and the Marshall boy were close, so I specifically reached out to them,” my father said. I turned to glare at the man with bitter disdain. “Brad and I are not dating anymore,” I told him. “He cheated on me with someone who I thought was a friend, nonetheless. I can’t believe you.” My father waved off my frustration and rolled his shoulder back. “I’m sure that it was all a misunderstanding. Nothing more than a youthful spat.”

I wasn’t going to interrupt that. “So this starts with your father and the both of you might not know this because you were young at that time but your dad and Declan’s dad were friends then, as a matter of fact very good friends. Your father took a liking to him due to his dedication to his work and his family.

"Wait, what? Seriously?" "Seriously." Zander released my hand, and I immediately missed the warmth. My fingers twitched before I quickly pulled them back. Get a grip, this is pathetic. "Oh my God, this is crazy." Ivy looked between us, delighted by the coincidence. "Your dad is my dad's best friend? That's so weird. That's like, fate or something." More like a nightmare. "Small world." I managed weakly. Another knock sounded at the door, and my father's voice called out. "Kiara? Are you in there?"

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

BIANCA “He was your father,” he added. My breath stopped for a moment, and my hands trembled at my sides. Everything I saw was true. Nearly Everything I feared all through the ride here was becoming true. “He and Fredrick were best friends,” Dad continued. “Closer than brothers even. They built everything together, the businesses, the empire, everything.” My eyes widened as it burned with unshed tears. “Until it all fell apart,” he added. I leaned forward slightly, my eyes still widening.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

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.