My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

“You smell so nice.” I giggled, “thanks mum.” “It's surprising to see you in here. You hardly ever leave that room of yours. I almost forgot, it's been a while I saw your boyfriend, Declan, here. I hope you both are good?” I rolled my eyes. “We are fine, mum.” Taking my chance, I sat up hurriedly. “Mum, was there a time dad had been friends with Leila's father?” Recognition dawned on her face and she smiled brightly. “you would be surprised, honey. They were four cliques of friends. Your father; Kendrick. Leila's father, Jesse and two others, Liam and Conrad. There were a handful.” She laughed heartily.

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.

“Besides… I just moved my next one.” A chill slid down my spine and my grip on the phone tightened. “What did you do?” Another soft laugh. “You have to sit back and wait for the show like everyone else,” he said, then his voice dropped. “I have a reunion in store, Ceaser.” Then the line went dead. Everything in me stilled. I hadn’t misheard, didn’t imagine it. T just called me Caeser. A name only one person had ever used. My father.

It might sound foolish; but dad's initials are of his; and no one, not even mom, knows about it; it just feels like yesterday, the two days before dad went on a trip, and he was proclaimed dead; before that, he had showed this initials to me; he advised me not to over pass this initials, and anytime he sends a message, I would know he is the one. And now; I am reading the letter he supposedly wrote to Drake to give to me. I exhaled deeply, the strong air came out from my mouth as I began to read dad's letter; from what I get; dad was happy; he is telling me about his friend, Drake's dad and said; he'd one day make me meet his friends family.But if he couldn't, he will send this letter and ho

It might sound foolish; but dad's initials are of his; and no one, not even mom, knows about it; it just feels like yesterday, the two days before dad went on a trip, and he was proclaimed dead; before that, he had showed this initials to me; he advised me not to over pass this initials, and anytime he sends a message, I would know he is the one. And now; I am reading the letter he supposedly wrote to Drake to give to me. I exhaled deeply, the strong air came out from my mouth as I began to read dad's letter; from what I get; dad was happy; he is telling me about his friend, Drake's dad and said; he'd one day make me meet his friends family.But if he couldn't, he will send this letter and ho

I went through much information and stopped when I suddenly saw strange information. "Adrian Mancini may or may not be connected to the Mafia family." I wasn't sure when I burst out into laughter, but I kept laughing for a while until my humor subsided. "Mafia?" How was that possible? My dad won't even associate with people who earned their money illegally. I knew that because I had gotten involved in the business for a while before my college days and knew about his integrity, he wouldn't then have a Mafia-related person as his friend.

My heart sunk as he held the door open for her with a smile. I huffed. My co-worker looked at me. “Do you know him? I saw him helping you with the buckets. What a man—gorgeous and helpful.” I nodded, then realized I needed to play it cool. “He’s my best friend's dad, and he’s a professor in one of my classes. My friend worries about him, so I keep an eye out for him when I can.” “Wow,” she said. “I can’t believe you know a man like that personally. You’re so lucky to be able to see him all the time. What’s he like?”

Small gathering by my dad could mean a party with two hundred plus guests. "I will be there dad. And I am bringing friends." I told him. "Your only friend is Zoe ever since you broke up with that boy." There it is, the disappointment in his voice. "Well, I made new amazing friends and we all are coming." I replied. He finally ended the call and I dropped my phone rubbing my forehead as I could feel a headache brewing. Ryan noticed this and began to give a massage. "You don't need to say anything else, I heard it all. So I am guessing your father is not easy to get along with." Ryan said and I nodded.

“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.”

What Blake knew was that the portrait was a reckless purchase… not the truth. That I was the filthy artist. And that faceless man was no stranger. He is Dominic Mercer. My dad’s best friend. A man twice my age. He was practically my dad’s partner in crime, until he disappeared. My head involuntarily bobs to the loud banging music in the club. The neon-blue light swings back and forth as if finding the best talent, and settles on sexy strippers in pairs of daring lingerie. One of them dives for the pole and like a fluid, twists around it with her head hanging down.