My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

Nico Cephas. The name hits like a punch. Dad's best friend since forever. Ex-fighter, built like a tank, the guy who practically raised me after Mom. He'd show up at the house when Dad was gone—fix dinners, scare off bullies at school, teach me how to throw a punch. Those gray eyes. That gravel voice.

I fell in love with my father's best friend. My father is two years older than my mother. According to my grandparents, they met and fell for each other when they were children, so they married quite young. On the day I let out my first cry into the world, my mother was only eighteen. My father has a close friend who, while not a blood relative, is a brother who has gone through life and death with him. He is already over thirty but has yet to marry. He frequently visits our house. I have liked him since I was a little girl. I liked him so much that no matter how many boys pursued me at school, I rejected them all because my tiny heart was reserved only for him.

until I shattered. So he was Mirabel’s father. My best friend’s father. Rhys Connell. My heart thumped loudly at the realization, and panic hit me like ice water was dumped over my head—sharp, suffocating, and spreading from my chest to my fingertips in seconds. My pulse hammered so loud I was sure they could hear it. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t breathe properly. Every muscle locked in place while my mind screamed one word on repeat:

Fingers threaded through his hair, pressing him against my pussy, refusing to let him pull away even an inch. “Mmmmmmmm… Fuck!” The words tumbled out of me in a shaky moan. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend’s dad was eating me out on her bed. The man who used to help me with homework, who used to drive me and Mira to school, who had always treated me like another daughter, was now on his knees between my spread legs, licking up every drop of the juice that kept spilling from me, sucking my pussy like he was starving for it.

My Dad and his Dad were best friends when we were kids, or so I heard because I remember a little times when they got along and then suddenly one day my Dad disappeared. I mean he's still in my life, partially. But he's not a present Dad at all. Only reaches out to me once a year and that's on my birthday, and some Christmas. "So Mason, I heard you own one of the biggest strip clubs in town?", his mother asked excitedly. I smiled, "Yes, I do, one of my biggest projects so far", I said. "All that knowledge you had as a child and you chose to settle for a strip club.. not only that, one were men reduce themselves to nothing ", his father mumbled in between his meal.

“So it doesn’t look like you two are ever going to get back together.” “She is married to another man, Martin. No chance for me anymore.” His visitor muttered with a low laugh. “Hey Elena,” My father raised his head and looked at me, still grinning. I was too lost trying to recall who his visitor was, that I didn’t remember to answer him. His visitor eventually turned back to look at me, and that was when I saw him. My brows lifted in surprise as we locked gazes. “Mr. Richard?” I muttered, almost immediately lost in his beauty. ‘My father’s best friend is back!’ I thought in surprise, I almost forgot about him. He looked older but better compared to the last time I saw him.

She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

"Your mother's best friend happens to be Marcus's biological mother. The words sounded like a cruel joke. “Her twin brother was friends too with your mother, making all four of them and their inseparable friendship. So yes, your father, Frank Carter, your mother, and Marcus's biological parents were the best of friends." Now I understood why Frank was Marcus's godfather. Everything clicked all at once.

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

I scoff. "It's not babysitting" Evans chimes in walking closer. Okay, I don't know how the hell I got close to the Bond's brothers again, I know I lost contact with them forever. Our dads used to be friends or partners or whatever relationship they had, my dad never had friends. We knew each other from a young age… I could say they were the only friends I had back then. Well, my dad made it clear to me that they weren't my friends, since they weren't well off, the poor and the rich can't be friends…