My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

"If dad heard you, he'd probably stripe your throat." Williams chuckled. "He wouldn't do such a thing when he's the same god damn thing...why do you think we're bestfriends?" "My father is nothing like you... you're sick, so power hungry that you'd kill your own daughter in order to gain more." "Well if you consider us sick...you'll consider him even sicker one day...but who am I to out my best friend to his son...? Go search for whatever it is that you want, I'll stop holding up your time now."

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

"He's my dad's best friend, alright?" Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Your dad's best friend? Seriously?" I nodded, looking away. "Yeah, seriously." He whistled appreciatively. "Well, well, isn't that interesting. You really are full of surprises, Sophia Skye." I grinned, relieved that my admission hadn't thrown him off too much. "Yep, I'm a regular enigma." He laughed, his eyes warm as he looked at me. "I believe it. So, what's the story there? How come the richest guy in town is your dad's best friend?"

"I want to know, Gerrard. I want to know what the hell these parasites are doing in your house." He lets out a laugh, but it's so bitter that I feel the pain he's going through. But when I still don't let go, he relents. "Smith was my late father's best friend... his best man at my parent's wedding... his go to. I feel sorry to say that when we were kids, I actually liked the man." Running a hand down his face, he gets up from the bed. But I don't. I want to give him the space and patience he needs to recount this to me.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

I ended the call and told the driver the exact location. I stared out the window, buildings blurring past. My mind was spinning—flashing with memories of Tom’s laugh, his voice, the way he always tried to stay strong even when he was trying to hide the pain in his joints from the arthritis. Tom, my best friend's father, a person close to father to me, the only real father figure I had ever known.

He let out a bit of a laugh, then spoke. “Of course, who wouldn't know him? Who is your father? You're actually reminding me of someone. An old friend. You look a little bit like him.” I didn’t know whether to answer him, but he seemed friendly. “My father is Albert Greyson. But he passed away years ago,” I uttered. He seemed shocked but soon kept his posture. “Albert Greyson is a friend of mine. He had a business, and he's actually known in the political world as a powerful one. Maybe that's the reason why I felt like I knew you,” he answered me. It's been a long time since someone talked about my father.

I asked him “There is nothing she can do; Brenda must have told her she saw me” he responded. “Their cousin?” I asked and he nodded in affirmation. “I knew I have a handsome father”, I teased him. “Too bad I got my eyes on only one person” he replied. “You had better do it because she is my best friend. I won’t remember you are my father when I introduce her to another man that will treat her right” “You are trying to get my wolf angry on purpose” he cautioned, but I only smiled.

I won’t lie that the news of he and Blair’s breakup made me excited, perhaps as he was single he may pay attention to me. At the same time, I tried to remove my mind from thoughts of having anything to do with him because he was my father’s bestfriend. It would be basically unacceptable. As my mind continued to deliberate on my current dilemma, I drifted off asleep. * * * Days passed and the weekend finally came. Ever since the awkward hug in the kitchen, it was almost as if Antonio had been avoiding me. He was always locked in his room whenever I was around. As if he was angry at me.

“Dad, I didn’t know you were there.” “Your mother used the car to nip to the hospital. She’s checking out your mate’s parents and should be back shortly. I promised I’d be home for you.” His father leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. “I’ve got to do something, Dad. I can’t let her slip through my fingers.” “You’re going to hurt your mate before you claim her.” “Dad, I’ve not got a choice.” “Why don’t you let this friend fuck up on his own without helping him? While he’s getting to know other people, you sweep in and become his best friend.”