My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

Dad said, without looking up from his computer. “We’re friends. You know that. We’ve known each other forever.” I said. “Is that all it is?” Dad asked. “What are you asking me dad? Am I screwing him?” I asked. “I’ve told you about saving yourself for your mate.” He said. “First of all, my sex life is none of your business. And I already told you, Landon and I are just friends. I have several male friends and we are perfectly capable of keeping our hands off of each other.” I snapped. So he looked up from his computer at me and he nodded his head.

I don’t think I can. “I thought so." “So tell me about this man. Who is he? Is he someone I know?” “No, you don’t know him.” But of course, he knows him. A lot of people know him. Jordan is very popular and his company is popular too. Besides, Brandon saw him at the party a few weeks ago and he couldn’t stop talking about Jordan and his work. But I’m a coward, okay? I don’t want him to judge me for being so hopelessly and stupidly into an older man and not just any older man, but my dad’s best friend.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

"And scary for you—he loves talk about his daughter—her likes and dislikes." A short laugh escaped me. "I can't with my dad." "You should be grateful. He'd kill for you." That smile again, easy and yet edged. "I am," I said, settling into the counter comfortably despite the heat and proximity, he was right beside me and here we were talking and sitting side by side as if we'd been best friends from childhood, "But I'd prefer he didn't spill all my secrets." "He doesn't need to." He laughed. "I already know everything about you."

I was pissed , sitting here listening to her vomit all of this trash from her mouth really broke me considering that I knew that I would have never done something like this to her but she did it to me and that only means that she didn’t care about what I think or what I do . She hates me so much and it took me this long to realize it. I have been friends with my enemy all along . You might have gotten my father to do your bidding but I just wanted time to tell you that you enjoy it while it lasts , because I am not sure that it is going to last for that long . If you are forgetting that man is my father and to him you will always be the daughter's friend that wants someone to love her and th

“What?” “Don't do that,” I said softly. “Don't act like I imagined it. Just tell me the truth. Is it him? Are you seeing Michael Kingston?” Her jaw clenched. And for a moment, she looked like she might admit it. But then she laughed. Quietly. Almost unconvincingly. “Michael Kingston? Seriously, Austin? Do you even hear yourself? That's my dad's best friend and business partner. He's literally my uncle. That would be…weird.”

my voice came out nervously, and I prayed she wouldn't notice the lies in my voice. "Come on, Scarlett. Don't make it look like a big deal. If my dad had such a hot man as a friend, I wouldn't mind going over to stay with him for some time whenever my parents travel..." she paused and rolled her eyes before she continued. "Sadly, my dad gathered a bunch of obesed men for friends. The sight of them even makes my skin crawl. Gosh!" I burst into laughter. "It's not funny, girl. Sometimes I wonder why my dad would be friends with such people. It's sad," she rubbed her temple, and I laughed.

“This means the world to me.” He smiled back, and for a moment, all the worries of my confused feelings about my father faded into the background. “Always here for you, Rochelle. That’s what friends are for.” I shot him a look and asked, “Just friends?”

he replied. "Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer. "Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.