My Fathers Best Friend Novels & Stories

“And now he wants revenge?” Dad sighed. “His father and I were close,” his resentful tone tugged something inside me. Grievance, regret, and sorrow crossed his face. I hope it’s not who I think he is, but then he said, “you’ve met him before, Klaus… He’s James Connolly, my best friend.” A fraction of my anger melted into pity. I was too young to understand the world back then, five or six if I’m not mistaken, but I vaguely remember wanting to have a friend like James when I grew up. Dad was closer to James than his siblings; that’s the kind of friendship they have.

Father asked walking out of the room, an indication for me to follow him. By best friend, I knew he was referring to Massimo; that was the only person he referred to as my best friend. "We're not best friends, not anymore," I replied, the hate noticeable in my voice. "I'm worried I've made both of you enemies for a long time," father remarked with hands behind his back. "It's not that, I know you're simply trying to protect me. Massimo is evil." "You know Massimo's father was my only friend growing up, he was all I had."

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

"I came here to ask you for advice on how I can solve this problem of mine. But instead of you advising me sensibly, you are inviting me to sin." Taft filled his empty glass with wine. "Alfredo, it is not a sin. You and Paulyn are not even related, so there is nothing wrong with you doing it with her. Also, she's the one chasing you, not the other way around," Taft said as he filled his glass with wine. "She is my best friend's daughter," he said emphatically. "Your best friend who has been dead for two years?" said Taft with sarcasm.

I wasn’t going to interrupt that. “So this starts with your father and the both of you might not know this because you were young at that time but your dad and Declan’s dad were friends then, as a matter of fact very good friends. Your father took a liking to him due to his dedication to his work and his family.

I've been in love with my father's best friend ever since I was a teenager; he is so handsome, more handsome than my father, in fact, he can't be used to compare to my father because he was on a whole different level. "Sarah." Yep, that's my father calling. I woke up late again, my sweet dreams wouldn't let me wake in time as I wanted it to last forever. Even after waking up, I still daydream about him. "Sarah." Oops, I better get going before I get into trouble. "Yes, father, I'm awake, I'm coming." I rushed over to the living room, and I saw my father already dressed for work. "Father, you're leaving this early, won't you have breakfast first?" I said as I tied my long hair in a ponytail.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

As a caring father who has nothing more important than his daughters in this world, he wouldn’t run after his instincts while Avra was sad. And what is he doing right now? He messes around with his dear daughter’s friend like the selfish man he is. Such a good father. Maybe Mr. Robinson was right. Maybe it wasn’t that weird to ask Mathias to leave his daughters and it was obvious he could act careless. In the end, he is Alexander Raptis’s son. Like father, like son, huh? Running a hand through his hair, Mathias averts his eyes from Cassie. “Yeah, I did.”

I mean, the cause of all my fantasies is here. Okay nope. He's my father's best friend, Jesus. "What?" She must have seen the distraction on my face. "Nothing." "Is it... Oh wait, that's true; you did mention sleeping with your father's best friend that night without realizing. Is he the one you're staying with?" I stuttered, unsure if I should confirm that. She was going to go all information collector on me if I did, but my silence already gave her her answer. "Oh my God, that's crazy!"