My Dad’s Friend Novels & Stories

she declared, clapping her hands like she'd just won the lottery. I stepped out of the car in front of Dad's office building. The massive Adriano Estates sign loomed above. Typical Dad—everything about him screamed opulence. Walking through the front doors, I was greeted with smiles and nods from familiar faces. Dad's office had always been a second home for Mom and me. On slow days, we'd come here just to pester him, our antics turning his workday into our entertainment. Twenty-four years later, nothing had changed. "Hello, handsome," I greeted Harry, Dad's ever-loyal secretary, with a playful smile.

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?”

“What?” “Don't do that,” I said softly. “Don't act like I imagined it. Just tell me the truth. Is it him? Are you seeing Michael Kingston?” Her jaw clenched. And for a moment, she looked like she might admit it. But then she laughed. Quietly. Almost unconvincingly. “Michael Kingston? Seriously, Austin? Do you even hear yourself? That's my dad's best friend and business partner. He's literally my uncle. That would be…weird.”

He said, making me to choke out the water I was drinking. " Are you,ok?" He asked . Am not ok!!! But how can I say it. How can I tell dad this type of thing. " Yeah,dad. How is mum?" " Fine. Here. He brought this to us". I looked at his hand suprisenly. " Who?" " Your friend of course". Dad replied making my head to dangle from one thought to another, remembering I never had a friend all my life. " Well, I don't have a friend here,dad." I said, putting u a smile.

His fingers brushed mine for the briefest second—steady, gentle, and oddly reassuring. He glanced at Dad, as if to say, Don't worry, I've got this. That was Caleb—always quietly stepping in right when I needed him. The door had barely clicked shut behind him when I spun around and crouched by Dad's bed. "Dad, please—don't get the wrong idea! We're really just friends." Dad raised a skeptical eyebrow, his expression practically spelling out sure, "friends". "He seems like a great guy," he said slowly, drawing out the words with unmistakable teasing. "What—worried I won't approve?"

I need to get rid of her. Concerning my family’s financial situation, I don’t care whose back I’ll have to stab or whose fortune I’ll have to defraud, but the Montessori name will not be dragged through the mud. Not when I’m still breathing. “Yes, my dear. I’m sure.” My dad finally responds. “Morris is my good friend. I’m sure he’d be happy to help us.” I heave another long sigh. My father is a cunning fox, but for the life of him, he cannot differentiate between a friend and a mere acquaintance.

Brielle’s POV By the time my last lecture ended, I was drained—but not from the class. I should’ve been thinking about the project due next week or debugging the AI model we’d been working on in lab. I was a computer science major, not some hopeless girl dreaming about a man she couldn’t have. But none of that mattered. Because Desmond Blackwood was still in my head. My dad’s best friend. The man I’d grown up around. The one I wasn’t supposed to think about like this.

I wasn’t going to interrupt that. “So this starts with your father and the both of you might not know this because you were young at that time but your dad and Declan’s dad were friends then, as a matter of fact very good friends. Your father took a liking to him due to his dedication to his work and his family.

“Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.” “I said quality control.” Her father argues. “My daughter has a reputation and I need to protect it.” “I am a big girl now. I can protect everything on my own.” She pushes him toward the door. Peter grabs her cheek and gives Cassie a kiss on the forehead. “Grow up as much as you can, you’ll always be my little princess.” After her father leaves the kitchen, Cassie turns back to being busy with the chicken wings and fries more of them. Half an hour later, she goes to the living room with a big bowl of caramel popcorn and finds her father with aunt Gilda’s husband. He is a giant man with a kind heart and Cassie’s favorite male neighbor. Her favori

“Dad, did you finally relax or were you answering emails again?” Alexander cleared his throat, his voice a touch rougher than usual. “I… helped Mia with some sunscreen earlier. Then made a few calls. Nothing too exciting.” Mia’s toes slid higher, pressing against his inner thigh now. She watched his face with innocent eyes while her foot continued its teasing exploration. “He was very thorough, actually. Made sure I didn’t miss any spots. His hands are really strong.” Lily grinned. “See? I told you Dad gives the best sunscreen applications. He used to do mine when I was little, remember? You’d always complain that I was too squirmy, Dad.”