My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

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?

“Yeah.” “My Dad is probably my best friend in the world, even more so than you. Being angry at him the last two weeks...” He puts a hand over his eyes. “I felt like shit for the things I said to him. I’ve wanted my dad to meet someone and be happy for years. You remember, I used to try and get him on dating apps.” He laughs and I do remember his failed attempts to get Theo on Tinder more than once. “But, it’s so weird that it’s you.” “I know.”

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.

I groan and walk through, they are great guys, but they all treat me like a little girl, like their daughter. “Your dad, and you remember your uncle Damon right?” I nod, how can I forget? Sure, it has been five years, but I remember him. I was what, seventeen when I last saw him? I don’t come home often and when I do, I don’t stay long. “Like I could forget.” He is one of dad’s oldest friends, although my dad is fifty, and Damon is forty, he is still his best friend. We walk out, my eyes settling on my dad as his eyes widen.

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

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.”

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."