My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

It's pretty annoying. "As I was saying, Lucas, one of my friend's sons who just came back from the United States, shows interest in you. I've scheduled a day where you will be going on a date with him. You both have to get together and make sure you break up with your useless boyfriend. Lucas is from a well-to-do family. If you both relationship works out and you end up getting married, it won't only lift our financial status but also strengthen the friendship between the two families." My father explained and I got so maddened by his words.

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.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.

He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that reflected his personality, making him stand out amidst the crowds. You see, Ivor and my dad have been friends since I can remember. They met in high school because my dad took some classes with him and they started hanging out. Their friendship went on to the university as they decided to attend the university even though my dad majored in architecture and Ivor went on to major in business administration. Ivor doesn't talk about his family that much and for all I know, he was orphaned at the age of six. As if he senses me because his eyes shoot up from his conversation with a business partner, I think. His eyes gaze at mine with so much inten

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

Dad's strange remarks immediately drew everyone's attention and criticism. I truly committed myself regardless of the consequences this time. "You can't be so heartless toward your family, Elijah! You can also find yourself a wealthy patron to take care of the debt!" Dad gazed at me expectantly. It was then that some people in the crowd recognized Dad from a video that had circulated online two weeks earlier. "I guess there really are people who are that messed up in the world." "Oh, my God! He's even more outrageous in real life than in the video!"

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I say quietly. Dad snorts. “Being back here… it reminds me of the old days. Makes me realize I can let go of some things.” Mom jumps in, eyes sparkling. “Your father ran into an old friend—Mr. Philip! Can you believe it?” “Really?” I’m surprised.