My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

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.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

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.

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.

“Welcome home.” The formality was deliberate. A wall between us. “Dom’s been keeping me company in your absence,” my father said, oblivious to the tension crackling between hid righthand man and his daughter. “Don’t know what I would’ve done without him these past couple years. Best friend a man could ask for.” The words landed like a physical blow. Best friend. As if I needed the reminder of exactly how wrong this was. “That’s wonderful,” I managed. “I’m glad you have each other.”

It's pretty annoying. "As I was saying, Lucas, one of my friend's sons who just came back from the United States, shows interest in you. I've scheduled a day where you will be going on a date with him. You both have to get together and make sure you break up with your useless boyfriend. Lucas is from a well-to-do family. If you both relationship works out and you end up getting married, it won't only lift our financial status but also strengthen the friendship between the two families." My father explained and I got so maddened by his words.

**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.

“We were best friends in college. Your father and I shared a lot back then. I remember he often told me about you…that he had a smart daughter—even smarter than him, he said, and he was sure you would succeed in the future. He’s a proud Dad, I almost went deaf from all his stories about you. Although, I didn’t get the chance to meet you while your father was still alive. And it’s sad knowing that I met you now but your father is no longer here.” I didn’t know what to say. Hearing how important I was to Dad felt like someone was caressing my heart. Because when he was still alive, he had been too busy working and I could barely spend time with him. I shook my head. My head was already hurting

Sure it's fine Josy we're friends now and friends always share . We were a family of four ,my mom ,dad,my brother and I . My dad was a drunkard who always had bills to pay but even still we were happy. I was quite young then but I remember my dad running away from home because the police were after him .After that day we heard nothing more of him.