My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

I asked. He nodded and started driving again. "So, how did that happen?" I asked, curious. "My father was his father’s best friend and also the former beta," he replied. "And?" I asked again. It was not enough. "Kaizer is my best friend too," he continued sparingly. Best friends, yet the way they treated each other was cold. Or were they just naturally like that? Whatever. "I heard you still have not found your mate," I asked again. He glanced at me.

Now I was nothing but an employee and his daughter's best friend to him and whatever it was that happened between us was already long forgotten by him. It made me wonder if he regretted sleeping with me that night and much to my dismay, I felt a part of me hurt when I had that thought. I mentally scolded myself immediately. I was with Aiden and I was happy. I shouldn't be fawning over my best friend's dad who definitely had a line of older and more achieved women at his beck and call. So whatever it was that we had that fateful day was long gone and it was time I moved on too.

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

my mom started, but he cut her off, his voice cracking. “My best friend is gone,” he said, his hands tightening into fists before burying his face in his palms. “And you’re talking to me about pills.” His voice dropped lower, thick with grief. I froze, not sure what to say. The man sitting before me, the strong, composed father I’d known all these years looked broken. So, this Uncle Larry… he wasn’t just anyone. He was that important to my dad? His best friend? How did I never know about him?

My Best friend's Father (1) REBECCA My life has always been hard. When I was fifteen, I lost my father, he died because of drugs. He went out one night and never came back the same. They found him in a dirty room with a needle in his arm and after that, my mother fought cancer for three long years.

"Is he good to you?" I felt Lucien go still beside me. Not tense. Still. Like a man holding his breath. "I'm not seeing anyone," I said. It was the most honest I'd been in weeks. My father frowned slightly. "No? Huh. Your mother thinks the best way to get over a guy is with another guy." "I'm sure Mom thinks a lot of things." My mother gave me a look over her wine glass. I gave her one right back. "Well," my dad said, "whoever he is, whenever he turns up, I'd like to meet him."

They have already decided. "Have you noticed how amazing a man your best friend is?" My brow furrowed when he referred to Felicity as a man. Felicity was the best friend I have ever had, but Dad referring to him as a man despite knowing who he was made me want to poke him. He might be dreaming. "What do you mean exactly, Dad?" I asked. If giving me a child made Felicity a man, Dad was not a valid reason.

Author's POV The whole day Shane craved Emma as she asked him not to come during the daytime because it was Sunday. Her and her dad's day. And sealing his lips he spent his whole day with boy's, roaming around in bikes and then doing some help to Ben in his software development. Ben is Shane's closest and bestest friend and so is Akshay in male friend circle. Emma is his best friend as well but the things he can't share with her, he shares with these two idiots who are his secret keeper and biggest cheerleaders. They are his partner in crimes.