My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

“Your father mentioned it last week. Something about a big project abroad. He won’t be back for at least another six months. ” “Oh. ” I forced a tiny smile, stabbing at the corner of my food like it had offended me. good. I mean, good for him. ” “That’s… Mom studied me for a moment longer, but I kept my expression neutral, even playful. “You okay, sweetheart?” “Of course. ” I gave a small laugh. “Just surprised. He’s always been such a… homebody.

I whispered, pressing a kiss to his hand. ‎"My precious jewel..." My dad smiled weakly, his voice raspy. "I'm so relieved to see you. Your old man was only worried about how frightened you'd be when you heard the news." ‎"Dad... this is serious," I pouted softly. ‎"Charles... you saved my life and my company," my dad added, looking toward the door with deep gratitude. "I owe you everything." ‎Charles stepped forward, standing right behind my chair. "It was my duty, Arthur," Charles replied smoothly.

"Is he good to you?" I felt Lucien go still beside me. Not tense. Still. Like a man holding his breath. "I'm not seeing anyone," I said. It was the most honest I'd been in weeks. My father frowned slightly. "No? Huh. Your mother thinks the best way to get over a guy is with another guy." "I'm sure Mom thinks a lot of things." My mother gave me a look over her wine glass. I gave her one right back. "Well," my dad said, "whoever he is, whenever he turns up, I'd like to meet him."

He gave Evander a stiff bow before turning around and walking down the corridor. The moment Julian was out of earshot, Evander stepped closer, his shadow completely covering me. "You're already making friends on your first hour here." "He was my father's trusted lawyer," I whispered, keeping my voice low so the nearby executives wouldn't hear us. "Unlike everyone else in this building, he actually seems happy that I'm alive. Why are you acting like this? You look like you want to throw him out of the window."

I sat up a little and rested my hands on the table to hide the fact that they were shaking. "Tell me, Dad." I tried to smile, but I did not quite manage it. Something told me I was not going to like this conversation. "I was talking to the Lanes yesterday. I know we have had our disagreements, but they are still the oldest and closest friends we have." I looked at my father curiously; nothing coming from the Lanes was any of my business. "Sure, Dad. If you want to keep your friendship, I will support you, but I have nothing to do with this."

“My son, I don't think I need to introduce him, he's always on the news.” Dad let out a soft sigh “Yeah, I know him.” Those were no good comments of the sort; I was sure Alex was waiting to hear something like that. When he didn't get a word from dad, Alex broke into a smile “Do you know that they are friends? Very good ones, I believe.” Dad drummed his fingers on my back. Shit, what was Alex doing? He'd get me in trouble. “They aren't friends.” Dad replied in a cold tone.

“She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.” He shrugged. “It's boring. My dad runs a small private equity firm. I’m just trying to graduate without him forcing me into it.” He tilted his head. “Mirabel said you’re an orphan? That’s rough. Sorry, that came out blunt. I’m not good at this.” “It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. “It was a long time ago.” “Still.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, I’m around. We can be friends. Mirabel says you’re the strongest person she knows.”

When I reached the gate my father was there looking nice in a suit. "Dad..?" I said and he nodded, "hi... how are you?" "Umh.. good dad.. and you?" "So.. you weren't with Susan last night.. or even Jasmine..." Oh fuck! "Yeah.. I was with another friend of mine.." "Who? Was it a boy?" I rolled my eyes internally, "no dad not a boy... a friend of mine. I just needed to be away for a bit..." "Who Olwethu?" He was getting impatient.

I groan and walk through, they are great guys, but they all treat me like a little girl, like their daughter. “Your dad, and you remember your uncle Damon right?” I nod, how can I forget? Sure, it has been five years, but I remember him. I was what, seventeen when I last saw him? I don’t come home often and when I do, I don’t stay long. “Like I could forget.” He is one of dad’s oldest friends, although my dad is fifty, and Damon is forty, he is still his best friend. We walk out, my eyes settling on my dad as his eyes widen.