روايات وقصص ضمن My Dads Best Friend Is My Lover

I smile a caress his face with my left hand, “You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my entire life apart from my dead father and also my living father, regardless that he didn't believe me when Hennesy blamed me for what happened but he's still one of the best fathers I have had, he loved me like his real daughter and that's rare to find, and so back to you, I want you to know that you are the best husband anyone can ask for, and I’m lucky we crossed part by chance” “So you won't hate me right?”

His eyes fluttered open, weak but aware. “Cassie,” he rasped. Tears welled up and spilled over. “I’m here,” she choked out. “I’m here.” He squeezed her hand weakly. “I’m... sorry.” Her heart broke. “I love you, Dad,” she whispered. “I always have.” His eyes closed, a tear slipping down his cheek. Cassie sat there long after he drifted to sleep, Damon’s comforting hand on her back, anchoring her. The next few days were a blur of hospital visits, whispered prayers, and quiet tears. Cassie stayed by her father’s side, Damon never leaving her for more than a few minutes.

“We were dating, we were in love, no, that's what I thought. Until she decided to leave me for someone else, someone with a loaded family, bigger pockets. She picked none other than my very own best friend.” My spine seemed to weaken and fell back on the chair, a little bit of shame crept in. I was so quick to think otherwise. The other man was my dad? “My dad knew about this?” My voice shook with the thought that I just might get the answer I so desperately wished to not hear.

“Sorry? That’s what you’re going with? Who the fuck are you, Eli?” I didn't even know he was into men. Had i been a fool all these while? I took another step back, anger burning my eyes. “You could’ve slept with anyone in the damn world, Eli. Anyone. But no—you had to fuck my Dad! Jeez!” He flinched. Again. But I didn't bloody care. I was too repulsed to say the least. Goddess knows what they'd been doing the whole time I was away. I turned my glare on Dad. “And you—you couldn’t find someone your own age? Someone other than my BEST FUCKING FRIEND? How could you do this to me?”

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."

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.

The man took me like a daughter, I wasn’t about to ruin that. “Yes,” Allison answered, “I need to know if you’ll need me to call, crying that you should get home.” His laughter was deep and loud. “I won’t need that. I have never even asked you do that.” “I know,” she sighed, “but it would be fun, don't you think?” “I think there’s no reason to involve my daughter in my romantic life.” “Fine.” She sighed, “Have fun.” “I sure will.” I watched as she placed a kiss on her father’s cheek, and he did the same on her forehead. My chest clenched. Something I would never have…

"I am your father's business partner. I was your mother's friend. I am thirty-six years old, Kaelan!" ​"And I am twenty-four," he spat softly, his amber eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my knees feel terrifyingly weak. "Stop talking about my father. Stop talking about my mother. They aren't in this room. It's just you and me. It has always been just you and me." ​"It has never been just you and me," I lied, the words tasting like lead on my tongue. "You are acting like a fool. You're confusing gratitude with something else. You are confused because I was the only one who listened to you after she died"

"Is he good to you?" I felt Lucien go still beside me. Not tense. Still. Like a man holding his breath. "I'm not seeing anyone," I said. It was the most honest I'd been in weeks. My father frowned slightly. "No? Huh. Your mother thinks the best way to get over a guy is with another guy." "I'm sure Mom thinks a lot of things." My mother gave me a look over her wine glass. I gave her one right back. "Well," my dad said, "whoever he is, whenever he turns up, I'd like to meet him."

Werewolf Romance • Dark Romance • Forbidden Love Naya Veyra came to New York for one reason to spend the summer with her best friend, Santana Lopez. She never expected to come face-to-face with the one man she had spent years trying to forget. Alpha Zayden Lopez. Santana's father. Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. At forty-three, Zayden is the feared Alpha of the Obsidian Crest Pack, a man who controls one of New York's most powerful supernatural families from behind the walls of his luxurious Manhattan empire. And Naya has secretly been attracted to him for years. She knows he's forbidden. She knows he's her best friend's father. And she knows nothing can ever happen between the