My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

"Doesn't matter, they're all dead and we didn't see any transmissions going out," said a man, I didn't even see him join us. "Marcus, this is Denver, good friend of mine from another life," Dad said to me. "Good to meet you, thank you for helping me," I replied, shaking his hand. "Your Dad saved me more times than I can count. Is one less I owe him," he said with a laugh. "You know I didn't keep score. Same team, all that mattered," replied Dad.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

“I wonder why you aren’t scared of my dad. He will be so disappointed if he ever hears you are mating his daughter as his friend.” “Friends help each other - that’s why. Your dad is not a saint. Just because he puts on his church hat doesn’t mean he is any better than I am. And besides no one is there to tell him about us except you.”

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

More confining. I wanted to go back to Asher’s dorm. Our home, now. “You invited me here,” I said. “You made it sound important. I can’t imagine it was only to comment on my weight gain.” “No, it’s not.” Mom looked at Dad, then back to me. “We’ve had a visitor recently. Someone who shared some interesting rumors about you.” My heart lurched. “You can’t believe a word Joseph said.” “Who’s Joseph?” Dad asked. “This man was an investigator for the kingdom.”

"My dad is homophobic" "Sadly I know" "You do?" He scoffed. "You forget that am your dad's friend. We attended the same college. Though, he was older but lacked in studies which made him repeat a couple of years in school" Yeah right, I forgot that I was dating my dad's friend. He would probably die from a stroke the minute he find out, I couldn't imagine what his face would be and I hope he never finds out till I finish college. "Did he do something?"

Dad had never asked to meet any of my friends, nonetheless a guy that I might have feelings for. "I'm, daddy, I'm not sure we're fully there just yet. We're just friends, you know?" "We'll, if he's making you feel like you matter and giving you those butterflies, then I think he's good enough for me to meet him. I mean hell, anyone is good to meet if it's not Craig." I chuckled at my dad's words. It's as if he rather I stayed single or married anyone else rather than Craig. I talked to dad over the next half hour, taking a seat on a bench next to the library after walking away from class.

She said with concern. “I’m fine mum, who did dad go to meet?” She remembered Jackson telling her to asked her parents about him, and her dad went out to see someone whom her mother refused to disclose his name, Janette knew her father doesn’t have any friend, the only friend he once had was his colleague at work but since he lost his job, the man stopped visiting or talking to him. “A friend, ya will get to meet him soon.” Her mother whispered. Janette pondered why her mother said that. Perhaps is not what she’s thinking. The rest of the drive was in silent as Janette's thought lingered on her dad and his new friend.

I scoff. "It's not babysitting" Evans chimes in walking closer. Okay, I don't know how the hell I got close to the Bond's brothers again, I know I lost contact with them forever. Our dads used to be friends or partners or whatever relationship they had, my dad never had friends. We knew each other from a young age… I could say they were the only friends I had back then. Well, my dad made it clear to me that they weren't my friends, since they weren't well off, the poor and the rich can't be friends…