My Dads Friends Novels & Stories

“Not my husband. Neighbor.” And again near the gym doors: “Dad and Mom teams are over here!” “Actually, he’s just a friend helping out—” And again from one of the teachers checking us in: “Oh good, you brought Dad! Daxton was so excited—” “FAMILY FRIEND,” I practically snap, and several parents turn to look. Smooth, Eris. Real subtle.

“His name is Damien Voss, and he was hired to do the job but I can't seem to find out who hired him. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us crackled, grief, suspicion, memory, all tangled up like old threads. Finally, I said, “You think he’s behind everything?” “I don’t think,” Aiden said quietly. “I know.” Something about the certainty in his tone made my skin crawl. “And what's the connection b;tween Barry, my Dad, and your Dad?” I asked. “Your dad and my dad were best friends and business partners. They started a company together, AP INDUSTRIES (Adam and Parker). My Dad was already married to my Mom, while your Dad and Mom were still dating.”

” “I’m serious! You can tell me. I won’t judge. I just… want the I groaned, burying my face in my hands. best friend. And...ugh! Stop!” “I can’t… we… it’s complicated. And he...he’s my dad’s “I won’t stop. I just want to know if he... ” she stopped mid-step, her eyes widening. I looked up. And then I saw Daxton. Kneeling right there, in the middle of my driveway, flowers in one hand, a placard in the other. His teeth...two missing in front. His clothes ripped. Blood. Bruises.

Alert and tense. “How are you holding up?” I asked. His fingers tightened around the glass. “I’m okay.” I waited. He glanced at me again. Then looked down. “I think.” I tipped my head slightly. “You don’t have to be okay here.” He didn’t respond. I rested my forearms on my thighs and leaned forward just a little. “Your father was my friend.” The word looked like it shocked him. Friend. He blinked. “My dad didn’t talk about people much,” he said quietly. “Not names. He said it was safer that way.”

Catherine sighed and hugged him back. "Please don't mind Gianna, it's just that, she's my only close friend that I could call... you know... to help me pick out gifts that you would like. Since... she's also a girl like you, but more feminine and soft," Alastar chuckled. "But you're prettier, of course." 'Get f*cked, Alastar,' Catherine clenched her fists but soon relaxed them after. 'When did the two of them even get close?'

Dad's strange remarks immediately drew everyone's attention and criticism. I truly committed myself regardless of the consequences this time. "You can't be so heartless toward your family, Elijah! You can also find yourself a wealthy patron to take care of the debt!" Dad gazed at me expectantly. It was then that some people in the crowd recognized Dad from a video that had circulated online two weeks earlier. "I guess there really are people who are that messed up in the world." "Oh, my God! He's even more outrageous in real life than in the video!"

A server brought them two vibrant cocktails garnished with orchids and fresh fruit. Lily took a sip and sighed happily. “This is the life. No school, no exams, no annoying teachers. Just sun, swimming, and hopefully some cute guys wandering around.” Mia stirred her drink with the little paper umbrella, her mind still on Alexander. “What about your dad? Doesn’t he ever… date? I mean, it’s been years since your mom…” Lily shrugged, suddenly a little more serious. “He says he’s too busy with the company. But honestly? I think he’s lonely. He deserves someone nice, you know? Someone who actually gets him. Not those fake socialites who only want his money.”

"My father." I stared at him. "What?" "Our fathers knew each other." I looked at the photograph again. "They were friends?" "They started a company together." "What happened?" His jaw tightened. "I don't know." "You never asked?" "I asked." "And?" "No one would answer."

“Where’s dad?” “Over at a friend’s. You know how he gets on Sundays.” Dad has a group of college friends that meet up every Sunday, the only day-off my parents have in the week and that was not all the time. I wouldn’t be surprised if he skipped lunch. Men, football and barbeque were all I was going to say. “But don’t worry, he promised to make it by lunch.” As always, mom didn’t add. “Great! I’ll go change,” I said heading to my room.

"I'll be out for a bit. I don't want the kids to hear us fighting." Father always avoided the topic of conversation, which made Mother even more sure of her suspicions all along. Until finally one day Dad opened up to Mom about what had kept him busy the past few months. “I met an old friend, we used to be very close friends. He's my best friend especially when I'm really down and hard, I owe him a lot.” “Your old friend is a woman? Is she someone you can't forget?!” Mom poked at Dad's words about someone who sounded very meaningful in his past life.