My Friends Dad Novels & Stories

He was my best friend. He was the one I trusted with any secret, including who I was. Then, there was Sophia —otherwise known as Sophie— with her hazel green eyes and silky blonde hair. She was perfect. "Hmmm, but you can have more than two friends. Look at your dad." Mom's words drew both mine and Dad's attention. "He has a lot of friends." Dad shook his head at me but smiled at mom when she looked at him. Dad was a businessman. I doubt all the people he knew were called friends.

Not to mention, he's the only person who managed to became friends with my arrogant father. 'I felt bad for this guy for having a lot of work and being a friend of a someine like dad'

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

"I'm sorry dad, but those are my friends. I trust them, I really do. They're nice people once you get to know them." "Why don't you be with people of your age? They are five years elder to you, hon." "You never said this to me when I hung out with Kyle and Peaches. And don't worry dad, there's nothing going on between us. These are just rumours. I won't repeat the same mistake that you and mum did," I said and that silenced my dad.

"Oh, nice. So you probably know Mr. Thomas that owns the hardware store up the road. He's been here for like twenty years. Super nice guy." Nodding his head at me once more, he let out another laugh and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, Mr. Thomas is a good man. He and my dad were friends." Red flag number two, and time to get the f*ck out of here. The old man who owned the hardware store died a few years ago, and his name definitely was not Mr. Thomas. And if this guy's father had been friends with him, he would have f*cking known who he was.

Joseph’s dad focused his attention on his son. “Is this a joke, Joey? I’ve had a good laugh, but you better come clean before you give your mother an ulcer.” Joseph winced. “It’s no joke, Dad. Sorry.” His dad’s good humor vanished like a switch had been flipped. “We talked about this. How many times did I tell you? Don’t fuck around with poor girls.” Embarrassment heated my cheeks. “You know how it is,” Joseph said, shrugging.

He smiled lightly before replying, "You must've misjudged me, Aria. I never stared at you that way. Why would I want to harm the daughter of my friend?" "You know my mother?" I muttered. "I suppose you meant to ask if I knew your father," he said, and my eyes flared open. I didn't know my father. I have never met him in person or even seen a picture of him. Mom never talked about my father, and hearing that someone knew my father ignited so much curiosity inside me. "You know my dad?" I asked, my curiosity so evident in my voice. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I do. Your father and I are best friends. We used to walk around the woods together, hunt little animals, and eat them together."

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

“When he became great or before he became great?” “Both," he answered sharply. “Funny thing is," I said, "My dad never mentioned you." "Well, I wasn't as big as I am now then, so I didn't really think I would matter much for him to talk about." “Did you have any issues with him?" I inquired. He tilted his head. “None that I'm aware of, your dad was a fine man." I studied him. “People like to tell stories about the Morrisons: that my father had many friends. And many enemies.”

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.