My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy The heavy bass from the club speakers pulsed through the crowded dance floor like a second heartbeat, but all I could feel was the heat of his stare burning into me from across the VIP section. Elena’s dad. Mr. fucking Voss. The man I’d secretly touched myself thinking about for the last two years while pretending to be the perfect best friend to his daughter.

“Thinking of you, Daddy.” My breath caught, I felt like I was suffocating, my entire body bulged up. God help me.

Edges me until I was crying, begging, and promising anything. Then unties me, flips me over, fucks me from behind slow and deep. “You are mine, Vanessa. My babygirl. My little slut. My everything.” I cum screaming “Daddy” into the pillow. He finishes inside me, holds me tight. “Forever,” he whispers. And I know he means it. My son’s best friend owns me completely. And I have never been happier.

my father’s voice rang with warmth, pride, and command, “come down, child. Greet him properly. This is no stranger. This is my dearest friend.” Dearest… friend? I totally forgot that Alpha Dylen was my father's best friend but today he looked younger and too handsome. My knees wobbled as I obeyed, descending the steps that separated the sitting platform from the floor where they stood. His eyes followed me the entire way, pinning me with a weight that made my skin prickle. It was too much. Too consuming. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t— My slipper caught the edge of the step.

“I am not a creep or a stalker. Your father was my friend; I came because I owe it to him and your mother to take care of you.” “I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I told him, an ugly laugh bubbling out of me. “And since when did my father care if I was cared for? He left. He asked for nothing. He left my mother to suffer alone. If a man like that was your friend, I don’t know what that makes you.” “Obligated,” he said. “And late.” It wasn’t an apology; it was a fact. “Don’t wrap him in dignity he didn’t earn,” I said. “Don’t wrap yourself in it either, Your Majesty. You don’t know what it's like here.”

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.

“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?”

"Finn... Uncle Eric is your father. He’s the one who put you in Mommy’s tummy-tum-tum." Finn went silent, his little brow furrowed as he processed this. I held my breath, waiting for the confusion or the questions. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. "That means I’m gonna be as handsome as Daddy when I grow up!" My heart squeezed. Hearing him use that word—Daddy—felt like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place. "You don't mind him being your daddy?" "No," Finn shrugged. "Mr. Eric is nice. He makes Mommy happy, which makes Finn happy."

He wasn't just the man who saved me from those robbers. He wasn't just the man I kissed. He was Zander Creed. Chair of the mentorship program I desperately wanted to get into. And my father's best friend. I had kissed my father's best friend.

“You have had a very hard few months.” “My new daddy makes me feel better, so I’m not as sad. He gives me lots of hugs, and we play board games. Sometimes he wins, sometimes I win. And he makes me laugh so much,” I tell her. “He’s Mommy’s oldest friend. They met when they were my age and some kids were picking on him, but my mommy scared those kids away. He’s my Uncle Hudson’s best friend. They talk a lot, and sometimes Daddy surprises Uncle Hudson by having me answer.”