My Dad's Billionaire Best-friend Novelas e Histórias

After greeting them, Fred asked if they were here to shop too and the little ones answered yes and that there dads were also around. Harry noticed that Fred had gone to meet some boys and so walked towards them. Fred then introduced Harry as his dad to his friends. The two friends of Fred recognized Harry as the richest man in the country and so they furrowed their brow in shock, "so your dad is Harry Vernon?" One of Fred's friend asked and the little one nodded proudly. "My dad will foot the shopping bills of the both of you," Fred boasted without even asking Harry. Harry smiled and chirped, "of course, pick as many things as you want here, I'll pay."

“Oh my God! I gotta take a picture with you to show to my friends.” “Shut up, Heath, you have no friends.” Tara attacked her brother. “And what are you on about? Addison is celebrity without even being involved with Javan. Her father is Philips Garcia, Um hello, the same man who was included in top 100 richest people in the world.” Heath made a face. “But her dad is not in her life, is he now, hm?.” “Hey!.” Tara gasped reaching over to smack her younger brother’s head. “You take back right now!”.

A tone he dared not use with me. “I do not mind you flying in the best neurosurgeon there is. Just make my daughter well back”. He said as a matter of fact. The doctor had no choice because Mr Sinclair was also a prominent person in this community. They came from old money traced from generations back, so he could afford to get the best treatment for his daughter. Although I had the intention of covering up the cost of everything. I breathed a sigh of relief, the only thing I wanted to hear was she was alive. And since she was, I had no business in that place anymore. I stood up to leave, but I was stopped abruptly by her father.

He is my Dad's best friend. Reid Bailey.

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

Obviously, all my efforts had been futile. My dad sensing my worries, had continuously reassured me that he wasn't lonely because he had me to make his life bright and beautiful. That was part of the reasons why I was hesitant to tell him that I was dating his best friend because for so long, it had been just the both of us. I didn't realize I was crying silently until tears rolled down my cheeks. “Princess, are you there?” Dad sounded concerned as he asked. Inhaling shakily, I nodded. “Yes, I am. Did you say something?”

Maybe a cup of tea and a snack will help clear my mind. As I step out of Tatiana’s room, my thoughts shift. I try not to dwell on Gianni—where he might be or who he might be with. The truth is, I’ve nursed a secret crush on him for years, but he’s unaware of it, and it’s unlikely anything will ever come of these unspoken feelings. He’s my best friend’s much older, captivatingly mysterious father, and that’s where it ends.

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.