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She was done with her date, she held a flower bouquet, and she was still all smiles. Realization dawned onto me instantly. I just fucked my best friend dad. “Hey sis!” She hit my arm. I forced a tight smile. “How was it?” I asked. “It was so good!” She was elated. “I think I like him. We kissed.” She whispered the last part in my ears. They kissed. But I fucked her father while she was away. I was such a bad friend. “Hmmn… Tell me more about it while we head home,” I replied casually.

And though the road ahead was complicated and uncertain, I couldn’t bring myself to regret falling for my dad’s best friend. The End

We are old friends. - owner? A man? - Yes, I'm bisexual. Does it displease you? - Noooo. - she says immediately. – I have nothing against it, by the opposite. Some time ago, before I arrived here, I found a book that some human had forgotten or lost. It was about two friends who became lovers. Two men. – she blushes – there were very interesting scenes. – She says remembering the book “My Best friend & I” by the writer A.P. Morgan.

He could not believe it, they already had two scariest fathers in the world and now he was being told that—they were not the real one and there was still someone else! ---- Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, Please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not? If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point then just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to make it spicy and catchy to you all! So, Don't forget to leave a comment and also do review my book as well!

“It’s all in there. Everything is in there.” He blinks up at me. I’m sure I’m red in the face. I nearly drove my car into a ditch three times driving back from the castle in my haste to show him what I’d done. I wring my hands, smoothing out my aching muscles as he rises and presses a kiss to my forehead. Addy sees this and chuckles, which makes me smile. “I’m so proud of you–” “Don’t be proud yet. Dad and Ryatt are discussing my options for publishing, of course. I’m tempted to take my name off it.”

Dedication- To my best friend Mike Thank you for believing in me when I had a crazy idea to write a book for letting me bounce ideas off you even if I just bounced them off myself for telling me that I was going to finish the book, even when I thought I never would for supporting me regardless of what I named my characters or how it was spelled for literally just being there through the entire insane process for dealing with me currently through book 2 as well for being a huge part of this book

It was a creative writing class and over the years many of the short stories that I made in this class turned into full-blown novels. The only ones who know about those novels are Nathan and Lucas because quite a few of them are my more mature books. Lucas is my best friend so it is quite easy to tell him my different stories. It took a lot more time to be able to tell Nathan about them though. I guess I should be afraid that he would tell the whole school. For some reason, though I can't bring myself to be afraid. I guess I just can't see Nathan ever doing that to me.

I step into the hug without hesitation and wrap my arms around him. I’m smiling and blushing like a teenager and I can’t even help it. “What are you doing here? Is this where I should be worried about you stalking me?” I tease, narrowing my eyes. He laughs, then pins me with a pointed look. “You left me waiting for you that day. Your friend’s father came out later and told me you’d left.” My brows pull together and I tilt my head back. “Norman… my best friend’s father told you that? When?”

“What does that even mean?” He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head like he was debating whether to say more. “That club,” he said finally, his tone dropping. “How do you know it?” My stomach tightened instantly, but I kept my face neutral, my gaze still on him. “I don’t,” I replied lightly. “My friends brought me there I didn’t know it existed before. My dad musnʼt know about that.” I said my heart was beating faster. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “He mustnʼt. Your secret is safe.”

Pretend Dominic Ashford was just my father’s best friend and nothing more. But my body was still humming from those five seconds in his arms, and I knew the truth: I had never been very good at pretending. Not when it came to him.