My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

"You did, dad!" "Okay fine, is there anything you've asked for that I've never done? If you wanted my attention or anything, you could have asked?" "Oh really? I am not jealous that you've got a second chance, mate. Of course, I am very happy and I'm even happier that your second mate is my best friend. What I am saying is that you shouldn't forget that you have a daughter," Hannah clarified and Tyler exhaled. "I've heard from you and I am sorry. You know daddy loves you so much," Tyler said as he pulled her cheeks and Hannah giggled.

He could keep Tyler away from me and deal with my father if I just managed to convince him. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, he let out a quiet chuckle. “You know,” he said, crossing his arms, “out of all of Vivian’s friends, you were always my favorite.” I blinked. That was… unexpected, and it warmed in ways I couldn't explain and had no business feeling right now.

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."

I said as a tear drop fell from my eye. “Now get in and live your best life baby,” My dad said as he opened the door of the taxi he had just hailed. I got into the taxi and smiled at my dad. “Goodbye daddy.” With one last glance, I watched my dad shut the door and the taxi drive off. The ride wasn’t so long and in no time we got to Antonio’s home. His house was very pretty, it was a modern studio kind of duplex. I knocked on the door and waited for a response. This new life made me quite anxious.

Lush’s POV I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swear I saw a spark in those murky orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I really saw anything. I watched him run his tongue over his reddish, luring lips while his eyes ran down my body, making my insides burn with a sudden fire I had never felt before...and then, he spoke... "Nice to meet you kitten" His deep, musky, manly, Spanish accent voice traveled through my veins, whacking a nerve. And from that moment on, I knew it was over for my heart. From that moment I knew I was in love with MY DAD'S FRIEND...but I was STRAIGHT!! What the heck! To be Continued...!

"Mama told us that best friends stay together forever." "Your mother is a wise woman." I smiled. "Do you have a best friend, daddy?" Maya asked. Facing such a profound question, I found myself clueless about how to respond. Back in middle school, my dear friend Carrick, diagnosed with osteosarcoma, passed away before we reached high school. In high school, I didn't realize my friendship with the boys I hung out with were driven by my father's wealth, a truth that eluded me until an accident cost me my vision for a year.

"I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister." ‎"I'm only two months younger than you, big sister," I chuckled, shaking my head. ‎My dad looked at me, a sudden wave of sadness crossing his features. "You look so much like your mother, Maya. Every single day." "Ugh, you're such a vibe killer, Arthur," Christie groaned playfully, resting her head on Charles's shoulder. "At least Maya's mom loved her before she passed. My mom just vanished to spend my dad's money on young boytoys."

At first, I despised him because I thought he practically sent me off to combat school to die. “My father was a wonderful man. Pure-hearted, true, strong, powerful. My father was the best. We didn't start off well but whsne I realized that he had my best interest at heart, we became best friends. He'd always come from my shows and public trainings. Always leave a note in my pocket when I wasn't looking.”