My Dads Friends Novels & Stories

Both men possessed sharp, distinctive features, and it was evident that they shared a resemblance, hinting that they were somewhat related. "Long time no see, brother," the man on the right spoke. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Brother? These two were my father's brothers?! What the fuck?! They bore no resemblance to my father, neither in their features nor in their apparent age. "Dante," The name fell off of my dad's lips, his wide eyes betraying a deep recognition that spanned years. "Ah, so you do recognize us," Matteo, the man on the left, chimed in, a note of amusement lacing his words. "Impressive."

Tessa answered. “Your father just left with Emily.” “What?” Tessa asked, surprised. “They went to the mall together.” There was silence on the line. “Why?” Tessa asked slowly. “I don’t know,” Diana replied coldly. “But this is not normal.” Tessa felt something twist inside her. “At the mall?” she repeated. “Yes.” Tessa swallowed. “That’s strange.” Diana’s voice became harder. “He is getting too comfortable with her.” Tessa did not reply immediately.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

Just serious best-friend mode. “Bella… you have to let this go.” I laughed, but it came out bitter. “Easy for you to say.” “I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s necessary.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “This isn’t some cute little office crush. Alex is your dad’s best friend. His business partner. The guy who’s been around since you were a kid. If this blows up and it will your dad is going to lose his mind. Not just at Alex. At you too. You could lose your whole family over this.”

It seemed Damien had a big impact on his father—perhaps it was due to some past grudge between the older generation? The table had a freshly brewed pot of tea, and Kendrick poured his father a cup. His father took a large sip, almost as if he was very thirsty, and then slammed the cup back onto the table with a thud. "Damien, what did he say to you?" his father asked, his eyes piercing. "Most of it was business-related," Kendrick paused, "but he also said he and my mom were friends." His father gave him a deep look, then turned his gaze away. "Your mother and he were indeed friends, but just ordinary friends."

His fingers brushed mine for the briefest second—steady, gentle, and oddly reassuring. He glanced at Dad, as if to say, Don't worry, I've got this. That was Caleb—always quietly stepping in right when I needed him. The door had barely clicked shut behind him when I spun around and crouched by Dad's bed. "Dad, please—don't get the wrong idea! We're really just friends." Dad raised a skeptical eyebrow, his expression practically spelling out sure, "friends". "He seems like a great guy," he said slowly, drawing out the words with unmistakable teasing. "What—worried I won't approve?"

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.

"Oh, what a shame. But don't worry, darling. I'll make sure the company is well taken care of when you inevitably screw up." "Shut up, Victoria," I snapped, my hands shaking against the table. I turned back to the lawyer. "Who is it? Who did my dad pick? Let me guess, one of his old, retired golf buddies who I can easily pay off?" Robert shook his head slowly. "No. Your father chose someone who cannot be bought. Someone who already holds a massive stake in the market and has the power to manage Beaumont Enterprises if you fail." "Just give me a name, Robert."

The kind we had fought to earn the right to care about. Through the open door I watched Kael work the sticky pump with the same focus he gave war maps. The bond sat quiet and deep between us, no alarm, no court performance, only the low awareness of him existing in my father’s yard without either of them bleeding for it. “He’s still the man who took you from this house,” Father said behind me, voice low. “He’s also the man who stands beside me in the one I built.” I did not turn. “I don’t need you to love that. I need you to keep writing about fences.”

Like he'd rather be anywhere else. "What is he doing here?" I heard myself say. Dad's expression didn't change. "He said he's your friend." I blinked. "My friend?" "That's what he said. Do I tell him to leave? I don't like him." Dad said immediately. I turned to Dad. "You don't like anyone." I said and Tia laughed. I looked back at Chad. He caught my eye and immediately wriggled his eyebrows at me. Yeah, it's no wonder Dad doesn't like him.