Novel & Cerita My Dad's Best Friend

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

, I confessed. “Why would you, dad, if you knew she was your mate,” she cried out. “She was just your best friend, both of you are of the same age. I panicked” “That is not an excuse dad, I know how Mate pulls works, you hurt her dad” she scolded. “I know and I am ready to make it up to her” I admitted. “Better, I can’t believe I lost my best friend all because of you” she exclaimed. “I am never letting her out of my sight again” I said.

I just nuzzled against him. His burning skin was proof that he, too, desired me. “You want it too, don’t you? You’re reacting to me.” Dad blushed and grabbed my ankle as he caressed the back of my foot. I pushed myself up a little and drew closer to Dad as I nuzzled against him more. I panted. My breath was warm against Dad’s neck. At some point, I had removed my pajamas. The noise from outside made it clear that Grace and my father were still going at it. I drew closer to Dad and licked his ear to tease him, even though I did not know where that wicked thought had come from.

"Oh, nice. So you probably know Mr. Thomas that owns the hardware store up the road. He's been here for like twenty years. Super nice guy." Nodding his head at me once more, he let out another laugh and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, Mr. Thomas is a good man. He and my dad were friends." Red flag number two, and time to get the f*ck out of here. The old man who owned the hardware store died a few years ago, and his name definitely was not Mr. Thomas. And if this guy's father had been friends with him, he would have f*cking known who he was.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

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!

“What should I think, Harper? I just found out that my dad is fucking you when he was on loudspeaker to his mate. How do you think I feel? This is so fucked up. He’s old enough to be your father.” And he’s the second person to tell me that in under an hour. “I get it, I really do but Dylan your father has the right to be happy and so do I. Let’s not lose sight of that fact. He hasn’t seen anybody since your mother died. Don’t begrudge him this. Levy is still your dad and I am still your best friend.” I take another sip of the coffee, it tastes better now there is cream in it. “Is that what best friend’s do, Harper? Sleep with their bestie’s daddy? Don’t you think it’s a bit fucked up at leas

“It’s a plausible reason. Your dad can’t be trusted, you know.” “Excuse me?” I jabbed my finger into his chest, spinning slightly to face him. “The only untrustworthy person here is you. My dad is the innocent one! You are that devil in two bestfriends!” Amusement flickered in his eyes before a hearty laugh escaped him. “Oh, baby, you’re so delusional,” he said, shaking his head. “Innocent? Your dad? Trust me, I’ve known him longer than you, and that is definitely not the case. You should’ve seen him in his college days. The only thing that straightened him out was you.”

She cried again. My dad was and is a father like no other. The only one in the million. Not because he was rich no. It was due to his love and character. We were too proud of him. He was our heaven but only to wake up one day that we ain't biological related. We went mad, especially me. I became the lost sheep. Thanks to my hubby here that l found myself again. I bowed that no one will replace my dad. Gavin Maina. Not because he was rich and famous that am afraid to live poorly,but because he was the best friend l grew up with and knowing. It's unfortunately he can't share today's happiness with me. With us. I would have liked it when l run to him. In his warm chest and give him a tight hugg

I don’t think I can. “I thought so." “So tell me about this man. Who is he? Is he someone I know?” “No, you don’t know him.” But of course, he knows him. A lot of people know him. Jordan is very popular and his company is popular too. Besides, Brandon saw him at the party a few weeks ago and he couldn’t stop talking about Jordan and his work. But I’m a coward, okay? I don’t want him to judge me for being so hopelessly and stupidly into an older man and not just any older man, but my dad’s best friend.