My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

Closing his newspaper as he spoke. Nathan and my dad are close. They are always filling each other in and sometimes it’s annoying because you can’t keep something from the other if you tell the one. It’s funny because my dad is not as close to Nathan’s father as he is to his son. Sometimes I feel like Nathan is my dad’s actual best friend and not Nathan’s father. “Yeah.” I responded without much enthusiasm, hoping that he’d pick up that I didn’t want to talk about that. “How’d it go?”

His Dad is Noah, my dad's best friend since they were practically babies. There was some drama between our fathers and uncle Andras right before we were all born. Something about aunt Bron thinking she was in love with Noah but him being a total dickhead to her. We never got the whole story or anything, but according to Noah himself, it was pretty bad. “Hey, Trevor!” “Hey, man.” “Sup, dude?”

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

"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?"

I instantly pulled away from the duvet as I turned the volume of the tv louder . “He choose me and he always does , I am not going to feel guilty because I’m with the man that I love , if you are not comfortable with any of this , then you can as well go kill yourske , because I do not care “ When she finished talking , my father had that proud look on his face . I have never seen him look this proud ever and it just makes me think that he was standing beside my best friend and ripping my heart apart . I hated him , I hated him with everything that I had left in me , why did he have to do this , just why .

He yelled at me before dumping me on the nearest chair he could find. Fuck! That was exactly why I was trying my best to avoid the man. Evan Blackman was a man - in fact, he’s the only man - I could call my father’s best friend. Though he was only thirty years, but he was the only man my father was close enough to and listened to. At first, I thought it was because they were business partners, but I soon found out that my father respected the man a lot and just valued him enough to get close to him.

“Don’t give your heart to someone who doesn’t know what to do with it.” The words hit me like a truck. “I just thought he deserved it.” I whispered. “I know,” his voice was tight now. “But you deserve better. Whoever this guy is…he doesn't get to make you feel like this.” I didn't say anything. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I might spill everything. His name, the story, the part where I fell too fast for a man who's way older than me, and he happens to be my father's best friend.

“I’ll call her and tell her to stay at her friend’s place. I’ll say I’m closing late.” That settled it. “See you soon, hun,” Elena said, winking as Damien headed for the door. Third-Person POV Sorcha stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she turned around, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Of course. It was one of her father’s friends—his business partner. “I knew it was you,” the man said cheerfully as he approached. “Sorcha, how are you? It’s been a while. You’ve grown… even more beautiful.”

He asks, and I take a deep breath. “That I want you close, I want to feel more of what you're giving me, and at the same time, I know this is wrong!” I admit honestly. “Why is it wrong?” His left-hand slides down my stomach and fits between my legs. “You're my best friend's father, if she finds out, it might be enough for her to break ties with me.” I turn to face him. I lift my face and look into his dark eyes, running my hand through his stubble peppered with gray, giving him such a sexy look, making him even more beautiful, at least in my eyes.

My Dad explained his fearful mood that had darkened his thoughts. “Dad! Knock off with that bullshit, right now! Ever since Mom left, you’ve always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I’ve never wanted anything, and I love you for that. And since you’ve lightened up over the last three years, you’ve always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I'm hanging around here because you’re my best friend. Okay?”