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

I wasn't sure if I was paying any attention to what Harriet was saying, as I was preoccupied with watching the way the author was explaining things. "When did you decide you wanted your books to be published?" "Honestly," she said, subduing the embarrassment ringing in her voice, "it was entirely my dad and one of my ex-best friends." "How is that?" "I had other plans. I’m a teacher. A small elementary school teacher. I’ve always loved my job. The writing part is something I do out of boredom and never love." She blinked and, laughing, she said, "Maybe a bit of love. That friend of mine persuaded me to write, but if it weren't for my dad, I would’ve never got my book published."

“What genre?” “I’m not sure…” That’s a lie. I cringe on the inside. I know exactly what kind of genre the book belongs to. Which is why I don’t want to share it with Adam. Adam is my guardian and kind of like a dad to me. He and my dad were best friends ever since they worked on a joint chemistry project as kids. In their thirties, the two nerdy peas in a pod became business partners by starting a pharmaceutical company together. However, a few years after my mom lost her battle with liver disease, my dad suffered a stroke and passed away. Adam stepped up to care for me and has been doing an awesome job of it.

But tonight… tonight proved me wrong. The streetlights flickered over the cobblestone pavement as I made my way home from the small bookstore where I often went to lose myself in stories that weren’t my own. The air was crisp, carrying a faint chill that made me hug my cardigan tighter around my shoulders. My bag was slung carelessly over one shoulder, and my mind was caught between thoughts of the essays I needed to finish and a curiosity that had been gnawing at me for weeks Alex. Alex. My dad’s best friend.

Me standing there in tight jeans and a black tank top, suddenly feeling far too thin beneath his attention. Something low and dangerous settled in my stomach. Something I shouldn’t be feeling. Not because he was dangerous, but because he was my best friend’s dad.

Daisy's POV I was in dad's office helping him to clear out some files on the table. I was to put the old files into the cabinet and put the new ones into his drawer. That way, he'd know which file to deal with after our vacation from Hawaii. He begged me to help him out while he went off to a meeting with his crew members. He promised to be back as soon as possible. Dad had a telecommunication firm and he told me he had made acquaintances with some publishing companies. He said if I ever muster the courage to finish a book, he was going to help me talk to them into publishing my book.

Matt It’s great starting a business with my buddy and best friend, Tony. We’ve been talking about doing this since we were in high school. Now that we’ve graduated we could finally get our business off the ground. Or so we thought. Tony’s father was supposed to give us the seed money we needed to purchase the products for our e-commerce sporting goods company, but he fell through. I was depending on that money, even though Tony told me not to bank on him coming through. It was a great offer as a graduation present but he really hasn’t been in contact with Tony throughout his life so it was definitely a long shot.

“It’s not exactly like that, Dad. I’ve grown up. I’m a twenty-three-year-old woman. You should come back. This conversation needs to happen face-to-face.” “I can’t. I don’t even want to. The truth is, I don’t know how to live without Alexandre by my side. You took the most important person I’ve ever known away from me. My best friend.” “I didn’t take anyone from you. Alexandre would never abandon you. He’s buried in paperwork right now, he can’t even rest, Dad. While he’s your friend, what are you to him? There’s no reciprocity in that friendship. You talk about being afraid of losing him, but you’re the one throwing him away. What happened between us changes nothing between you two. Unless

I replied, and then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She was still beaming with excitement, but I knew it was time to excuse her so she could attend to her friend, Andrew and Laura. Andrew greeted me lovely, but I just wasn’t open to him. And it was because of Laura. I can’t even imagine my daughter being the one trying to get her best friend in with a man. Can’t blame her though? There’s no way she could have imagined her dad being attracted to her best friend. I went back to work, but about twenty minutes later, I got bored and decided to enjoy fresh air.

I would like to add some dedications, as well. To my best friends, Josie and Natalie, you guys supported me through this book and I am forever greatful. I love you both so, so much. My parents, who supported my dreams to work on and finish this book. You two are such important figures in my life, and I am forever thankful for you. And to all of my readers, who kept me going. I love you all so much <3

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.