Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad Book Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Oh, the adventures we can have, Becca." I knew very well what he wanted to f*ck me until I couldn't stand. The memory of him promising to do dark and dirty things to me was tantalizing. Perhaps he could tie me up like he promised before… it was something I had seen on porn, but never something I dared try before. "I'm sure you will think of something.... After all, how often do you get this chance?" It was wrong. So wrong on so many levels, but screwing my best friend's dad had been one of the most erotic things I had ever done.

“Why would you,why him?” I swallowed hard . “He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.” Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. “I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.” She hesitated. That pause nearly destroyed me. “I don’t know what to believe,” she cried. I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.

It was almost all the books on my reading wish list. “How did you…” “You left your book search history on my laptop, so… I might have peaked and decided to get you all the ones I could find. You have always been the nerd.” Tears clouded my eyes and I ran towards her and wrapped my arms around her. “You are the best. Thank you! I don’t know…” Tears choked my voice and she patted me softly on the back. “No need to be a sad sack of potatoes. You have been an awesome friend to me you also had a hard time on the business trip with my dad. You needed something to cheer you up.”

“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 exhaled and ran a hand through my curly hair, which was an absolute disaster from tossing and turning. What the hell is wrong with me? I was Iris Grimwald. I was smart, in control. I didn't dream about my best friend's father like some horny, desperate teenager. I didn't wake up wet and aching because of a man who was eighteen years older than me, who allowed me to stay in his home because I needed a place away from my stepmom bullshit. His voice came up again, low and dirty in my memory and before I could stop myself my hand had dropped between my legs and I was soaking wet, my panties damp.

I hope she isn't mad at me for running away without telling her first. My eyes lower to my hands that are clenching my jumpsuit and that is when I realize that I am crushing on my best friend's dad and my Alpha. This is horrible but it is something I have no control over whatsoever. I swallow thickly in embarrassment. This is my father's best friend.

It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me. ** ** ** ** A few days ago. I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I read the letter that turned my worst fear into reality. Damon's ugly handwriting was scrawled across the white paper I was holding, each word was filled with unimaginable cruelty.

You need to get out there more often - Make some friends , get drunk , smoke weed , do teenage things. Me : As "exciting" as that sounds , I'm quite content reading my books and spending time with you and mom. Dad : I know , I just don't want you to miss out on life darling. Me : I'm not missing out on life dad. I just find happiness in different things. Anyway , I have to go. My chocolate cookies are waiting for me😊 Bye dad I put my phone away , and take out my books. It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said.

"Commitment in this age? He's bluffing." "I think he's not. I can see when a person is lying." Dad smiled at me. "Now finish your breakfast. We—" "Bookworm!" Kabir came rushing inside the house, pulling my attention to him. Scared at his huffing chest, I stood up. "Your email." "Are you okay?" "Reply." He grinned. "Your manuscript. One of the publishers loved it. They want to talk to you." "What?" I whispered as he walked to my side, laughing and grinning. "You're lying."