My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

I sigh, letting him engulf me in a smothered hug, his tears dropping on my head as he laments in Russian. Sometimes I wish he’d act like an adopted daughter. “Daddy I'm fine. It's just...I was out a little longer than I should, I was with Darya, you can call her.” I haven't talked to her yet, but she's my best friend. She doesn't have to volunteer to be my alibi. She's implicated by relation. Dad sighs. “It was a boy wasn't it? Have you gotten rid of that Andrei yet?”

I wasn’t sure if he was overwhelmed with love at his parents’ story or sadness for everything that could have been. “You remind me so much of him,” my dad says and his voice breaks making my own throat clench. “I know you don’t…. have many memories of him and I know it’s been an emotional day so I don’t want to add on but I- your dad was my best friend. From the time we were kids. We found our mates together, we built our families together, we built this pack together. Next to my mate your dad was the hardest person for me to lose. It’s equally heartbreaking and heart filling to be with you now. It still feels unreal.”

I said with a sigh. "Who's the guy?" "His name is Mike, he is Daren's best friend in high school." I answered his question. "Mike...?" I notice the raising of his eyebrows, I can read on his face as if that name is familiar to him. "Yep. Uhm, wait, don't think that I was a two timer back then, that I took them both at the same time. You might think differently, Daren and Mike are still best friends. My daughter's father is the best friend of the one I married, won't you think I'm a different two timer or maybe I'm a dirty woman."

He puts his empty bottle down and leans forward, studying my face carefully. “He’s my best friend, has been since we met at the Police and Fire Department game day. It feels wrong to keep such a big part of myself a secret from him – to hide who I am when he shares so much with me.” Finn is one of the only Police Officers that my father actually likes – he’s been my best friend for the last four years and never let me down. He knows about these trips and has been trying to invite himself on them for the past year but I have said no – claiming Father, Daughter bonding time.

He pulled at my hair and it only felt better. My nipples ached even more painfully. "I... I... I don't know, daddy. I... I just want it so much. I... I am such a whore..." I said, looking right into daddy Grayson's eyes as it dawned on me yet again on who this man was. My father's best friend. The cock I was desperately fucking back onto also belonged to my father's best friend. Men two decades older than I was. Heavens, Daisy. How did you become such a slut and ohhh, Daisy, how do you feel being such a whore?

"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 am already thinking that you're my son. ​"But, if you were my Dad, I would hate you. Like, literally. Daddy Jaydee is the best, can't replace him, sigh!"

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

Evelyn asked, her soft eyes nearly pleading with us to break it to her. "Come here... I will tell you," I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. This time, Samuel didn't object. I slipped my arms around her, pulling her into my embrace, and kissing her forehead. A sigh of relief slipped past my lips. "You know, I'll be forever grateful to your dad for giving me you," I spoke. "I had no doubts that he was the best friend anyone could ever have, but last night, I became sure of another thing—he's the best dad and the best person. It's not about what's wrong or right, what's logical, or what should be done; he just wants you to stay with the one you love because, for him, you matter more

She saw Daddy touch Emily’s hair gently. Her heart hurt again. She turned away quickly. Tears filled her eyes. “He never touches my hair like that anymore,” she whispered. She went back into her room and closed the door. She did not hate Emily. But she hated the feeling of being second. --- Later that afternoon, Daddy called Tessa to his study. She walked in slowly. “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Yes,” he said. He removed his glasses and looked at her seriously. “Tessa, you are my daughter. You will always be my daughter.”