My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

At first, I despised him because I thought he practically sent me off to combat school to die. “My father was a wonderful man. Pure-hearted, true, strong, powerful. My father was the best. We didn't start off well but whsne I realized that he had my best interest at heart, we became best friends. He'd always come from my shows and public trainings. Always leave a note in my pocket when I wasn't looking.”

I say quietly. Dad snorts. “Being back here… it reminds me of the old days. Makes me realize I can let go of some things.” Mom jumps in, eyes sparkling. “Your father ran into an old friend—Mr. Philip! Can you believe it?” “Really?” I’m surprised.

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house. Mr. Joseph Parker is my dad's best friend and an Army buddy from way back. My dad resigned his commission years ago, but Mr. Parker had stayed in, doing the whole special commando thing. He's all macho, complete with black face paint and sneaking around in the middle of the night to kill bad guys. He's able to survive solely on grass and insects or something.

John asked and Prisca shifted closer to him with curiosity. "I've been wondering my husband but I didn't want to rush you into telling me," she admitted. "Okay," John began taking a deep breath. "Thirty five years ago my father and your father were very good friends. I mean they were like brothers more than just friends." "They shared ideas together attended functions together and went hunting together," he continued. "One fateful morning your father invited my father out for hunting and my father never returned."

At that moment, the only thing I wanted was to fucking fade out of existence. That man was like my father, Infact a second father to me. He's been around for as long as I can remember, just that he wasn't always present. He's my father's best friend, they linked up in high school and refused to let each other go since then. He doesn't really stay here, he has a company far into the city and only began visiting every summer from two years ago. I was seventeen then, and I've last seen him when I was ten I think. Even as a kid, I've always fawned over his appearance, but I never really let the attraction mold.

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.

“I am not a creep or a stalker. Your father was my friend; I came because I owe it to him and your mother to take care of you.” “I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I told him, an ugly laugh bubbling out of me. “And since when did my father care if I was cared for? He left. He asked for nothing. He left my mother to suffer alone. If a man like that was your friend, I don’t know what that makes you.” “Obligated,” he said. “And late.” It wasn’t an apology; it was a fact. “Don’t wrap him in dignity he didn’t earn,” I said. “Don’t wrap yourself in it either, Your Majesty. You don’t know what it's like here.”

“Since I was fourteen. Lily and I have been best friends forever. Alexander has always been like a second father to me.” “Second father,” Marcus repeated, tasting the words. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Interesting choice of words. Because the energy between you two doesn’t feel very… fatherly.” Alexander stood up abruptly, towering over Marcus. “That’s enough. Mia is family. You will speak about her with respect, or you can take your documents and leave.”

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."