Stepdad And His Friends 소설 & 이야기

I wrap my arms around him, smiling up—only to meet his glare. “Is everything okay?” “Perfectly fine. Who wouldn’t be, meeting the man fucking their woman?” What? Is he talking about Jameis? He brushes past me, grabs the coffee pot and a cup, and pours. “I’m sorry—I didn’t know you’d mind me inviting him. And we’re not—” “So you admit you’re fucking him, but he’s just a friend? People don’t usually fuck their friends, Brandi.” “People don’t usually fuck their friend’s father either, so I guess I’m unconventional.”

Confetti rained down, catching the glimmer of the sun, and the joyful shouts of familiar voices filled the air. Mr. Frank stood there, utterly surprised, as his friends emerged from the shadows, their faces beaming with delight. They broke into a harmonious rendition of "Happy Birthday," their voices filled with warmth and affection. Taylor and Catalina watched their father's reaction with a smile. It was a beautiful moment, a testament to the love and appreciation their father's friends held for him. The years had forged deep bonds of friendship, and today, they were celebrating not just another year of life but a lifetime of shared memories.

However, I do not move from there until a detective from the NYPD who knows my dad lets me into his office and closes the door. I sit on the faux leather chair and stare at Detective Ford. He’s tall, lean, and has a bald head and black skin. I would not call him friends with Dad since he goes against him sometimes. Seriously, Dan is Dad’s only friend. Everyone else is just an acquaintance. Oh, and Detective Ford has a strong sense of justice, so that puts us on the same side, because Dad definitely does not have that. “You are not supposed to be here, Ms. Shaw.”

He asked my mom and his eyes met my eyes. "What's that your friend called? The one Becky was dating!" My mom asked and without hesitating he replied, "Roland, is there any problem?" Aden asked innocently. "Do you know anything about him being an organ harvester? Don't tell me you don't know anything about that" My mom looked at Aiden with scrutiny and like a detective would. Aiden's expression changed to shock, it seemed like the question threw him off guard. "Or are you among the organ harvester gang? Show me your friend and I'll tell you who you are," my mom snapped at Aiden.

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.

Mama's poor sermon to me. "I'm sorry," the person next to me replied politely. I stood up because earlier I really wanted to bleed in anger. And one more time I also saw my two friends who had already entered the entrance. "Kobe, where are you going? You're leaving your wife here. What are you?" Mama calls me weak? I ignored her and just kept walking closer to my smiling friends. Nicko and Adrian. "Brad, congrats especially on being your dad already." Nicko smiled.

He said, and I cut the call. I was with Joseph during my teenage his father was a friend of my father we often meet each other. He was older than me but always treat me as his friend. My father was already a goon, so it was never difficult for me to work in an illegal business. I was managing illegal work for Joseph. Joseph wanted the Italian mafia for Albert, and I wanted to avenge my father. So, we both decided to take the Italian mafia. I always wanted to avenge my father, and today I took it. It was just coincidental that I met Olivia, who was my step-sister as well as my lover.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it, Baby. Terence is my mate and that makes him your stepdad.” “Fine!” I would chose my cocky friend over my evil dad any day.

Backup has arrived. I turn to my parents with a mischievous grin. “Excuse me, parental units,” I say, lifting my chin. “I see my reinforcements.” “Reinforcements?” Dad asks, perplexed. “Oh, didn’t I mention? I invited my friends Brand and Lily to this delightful gathering. You know, just in case the grown-up party vibe doesn’t click with me,” I explain with mock seriousness. Mom tries to suppress a laugh, but Dad’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “What are you up to Astrid?”

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.