Novel & Cerita My Daddy Best Friend

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?*

His voice was low, breathy, almost a growl. "I want you, Daddy.”

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."

And I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw that it was dad who's calling me, I accept the call immediately. "Dad?" I said on the other line. "Where the fuck are you and what do you think you're doing, Zie?" Daddy immediately asked, I frowned because I could not understand what he meant by that "I'm with my friend, dad," I responded and I heard him chuckling sinisterly on the other line. "And what are you going to do with the one million dollars, Zie?" Daddy suddenly asked and my brows instantly furrowed upon hearing what he just said.

"You've been together in everything, right? You are best friends, so why did you let daddy ruin his life and squander all the money he saved for me?" I swallowed hard, looking directly at Daddy Richard. I knew that tears would start falling from my eyes any moment now because I know myself. I get emotional when it comes to daddy. I love him so much. "You are his best friend. So you're supposed to be saving him from addiction, Daddy Richard. You should be helping him return to his old self. You should be helping him rise again. But why did you let him reach this point?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

“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.”

"Maria was humble, slept on a mattress, Alex..." "I know. We fucked there too." He widened his eyes, staring at me in shock. "Oh, fuck! Where else did you...?" I’m her father’s best friend. And now, I’m also... your worst mistake. "You’re feeling like a badass, huh? Too bad I don’t have anyone of yours left to fuck." I lamented, tapping his shoulder without aggression. "It’s not about competition. Or revenge." I took a deep breath. "I’ll take you home. Tomorrow, we’ll talk calmly."

Now he was gone, taken by a sudden heart attack that left me reeling in an empty house filled with echoes. The service ended in a blur of condolences. Old family friends patted my shoulder, murmuring platitudes. But one man lingered at the edge of the crowd, tall and imposing even in his tailored black suit. Damien Blackwood. My father’s best friend since college, the godfather I'd never officially had, the man who’d always called me “princess” with that deep, rumbling voice that made my stomach flutter even as a teenager.

“Oh, Daddy. Timothy. My Daddy.” He pulls my head back just a bit and kisses me. “My little girl.” And I am. I’m his little girl and I will be the best little girl who has ever lived because there is no doubt in my mind Timothy is the best possible Daddy. EPILOGUE I can’t believe how wonderful things are for Brittney now, and I’m just thrilled that she’d finally out from under that jerk’s thumb. That would be enough but she’s also got such a hunk for a boyfriend! I’m a little jealous about that, actually. I'm only a little jealous, though, because there’s nothing better than seeing my friend safe and happy. She’s talked to me about how she calls her man Daddy and how he protects her like she’