My Dads Friends Novels & Stories

"Over my dead body I call you that stripper name!" Mom snorts into her wine glass. "Told you." Dad leans forward, voice dropping to that dangerous whisper he uses in hostile takeovers. "I've been speaking with an old friend. He has a grandson—brilliant man, apparently." My blood turns to ice water. "What kind of speaking?"

"Drink. You're going to need it before the speeches start." "Speaking of," I said, taking a small, necessary sip of the chilled champagne, "where's your dad?" "Over by the endowment board," Sofia said, gesturing subtly with her chin toward the far side of the hall near the marble pillars. "Corporate donors, city council members, the usual crowd. He's been doing press photos for the last hour." My eyes followed her gesture before I could stop myself.

Dad said and stood up. " What? I don't even know him. He doesn't even smile." " Aiden is a close friend." I sighed and rolled my eyes. " Just don't fall in love with him." Dad whispered and winked. So what is that supposed to mean?

"My dad is homophobic" "Sadly I know" "You do?" He scoffed. "You forget that am your dad's friend. We attended the same college. Though, he was older but lacked in studies which made him repeat a couple of years in school" Yeah right, I forgot that I was dating my dad's friend. He would probably die from a stroke the minute he find out, I couldn't imagine what his face would be and I hope he never finds out till I finish college. "Did he do something?"

Dad had never asked to meet any of my friends, nonetheless a guy that I might have feelings for. "I'm, daddy, I'm not sure we're fully there just yet. We're just friends, you know?" "We'll, if he's making you feel like you matter and giving you those butterflies, then I think he's good enough for me to meet him. I mean hell, anyone is good to meet if it's not Craig." I chuckled at my dad's words. It's as if he rather I stayed single or married anyone else rather than Craig. I talked to dad over the next half hour, taking a seat on a bench next to the library after walking away from class.

Dad suddenly said to Arthur. "Oh? I can see that." He looked at me foolishly. I wish I could disappear right at this moment! I feel so humiliated! "Bear with her; I don't know if she even knew other people besides her friends." "Dad!" I frowned. "Sorry ho, ney, just stating some facts." "I have other friends, Ma'am Tessa, and Ma'am Rina from work is a friend of mine." "They're your colleagues, not friends," Dad said.

When I reached the gate my father was there looking nice in a suit. "Dad..?" I said and he nodded, "hi... how are you?" "Umh.. good dad.. and you?" "So.. you weren't with Susan last night.. or even Jasmine..." Oh fuck! "Yeah.. I was with another friend of mine.." "Who? Was it a boy?" I rolled my eyes internally, "no dad not a boy... a friend of mine. I just needed to be away for a bit..." "Who Olwethu?" He was getting impatient.

I take my seat and plaster a big smile on my face, hoping to hide my growing lust. “I’m fine, G. Stop badgering your dad. Now, what were you guys talking about while I was gone?” “Dad may have a girlfriend.” “Oh…” I reply, trying to act nonchalant, but secretly I’m relieved. If he has a girlfriend, then he probably wasn’t the one f***ing me last night. “That’s great, Mr. C. How long have you two been dating?” “I do not have a girlfriend.”

One night dad came from work quite late, he was in New York for a deal, he didn’t inform my mother about his early flight landing, by that time my mother had produced all the off-spin. Dada found my mother in bed with Richard Hall, another businessman who was dada’s friend too, who frequently came to our house with his wife Amanda and two sons, Nathan and Luke. Even though they were rivals in the business world, they kept it friendly all the time, respected one another, until that night.

DAMIEN Dad asked me to be his date to his friend's exhibition. Ofcourse I said yes. We don't hang out much since I moved away from the city. I miss him. And I miss our little smoking sessions on the porch as we talk and laugh. He's always been great company. People complain about dads all the time but I have no complains when it comes to my father. I've admired and looked up to him since I was a child. He's my role model. And aside from that, he's also my best friend. And that's why I immediately jumped on the opportunity to spend time with him at this exhibition.