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

“Yeah.” “My Dad is probably my best friend in the world, even more so than you. Being angry at him the last two weeks...” He puts a hand over his eyes. “I felt like shit for the things I said to him. I’ve wanted my dad to meet someone and be happy for years. You remember, I used to try and get him on dating apps.” He laughs and I do remember his failed attempts to get Theo on Tinder more than once. “But, it’s so weird that it’s you.” “I know.”

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND CHAPTER 1 KAYLEE I thought I had the place to myself for two whole weeks. Dad and Lisa left for Italy this morning, Mr. Thompson (his best friend since college) was supposed to be on some trip in Canada until the end of the month. The house is huge, the pool is perfect, and I’ve been crushing on Mr. Thompson since I was old enough to know what a crush was. Tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, forearms that could break me in half… yeah. I’ve touched myself in his guest bed more times than I can count.

I was glad for that because my best friend does not hold in her anger very well. “Or you can email me,” I suggested as a few seconds passed in silence. “Okay.” “Thank you! I will check it out.” A sigh escaped my lips at his answer, and I slumped in my chair, going back to scrolling through the story. Apart from working in my fathers publishing house, I was also freelancing as an editor for some bucks. It was easy money. A few minutes passed by when I heard the familiar footsteps entering the hallway. I was relieved upon seeing my father rush to his office. After the way things ended in the morning, I thought he would be pissed off and sulking somewhere.

She could have paid for better and neater work. All these are the questions in my mind. I need to find answers to them soon. And I know the right avenue for that. My birthday party. I have to keep an eye out. Or probably drop hints about it for dad. “He accepted already” my best friend's voice chimed in. I turn to stare back at her and her overly lit face. I smiled, “Wow, that's so lit… I guess I can have my peaceful spa section then” I jumped on my seat, trying as much as possible to maintain that bright voice. My phone vibrated against my thigh.

Although he might have hurt me deeply but for the times he was with me and supported me I am grateful. Brain and i were childhood friends his father Mr Baxter and my dad use to be business partners until my dad sold off his shares from Mr Baxter's company and i later got to find out my dad sold off his shares because he was going broke and he needed some money to fund his company- that was when he was being threatened by an anonymous person.

"Another bestseller in the making." Dad smiles. "I gotta get back, Pixie." I climb off. He slips his robe on and kisses me. "I love you, Pixie." He pauses at the door and turns. "Oh, by the way, my agent loves the book and says the publisher is going to send me the advance." Dad slips out my door and gently closes it. I'm just lying here; I can't sleep. I've decided that tomorrow, well, today now, is the day I blow this up.

He takes a step closer, closing the distance. “You’ve been writing me love letters.” I swallowed, my pulse hammering in my throat. “I—I didn’t mean for you to see them.” “No?” He took another step toward me, like a predator. “Then why write them at all?” My back hit the doorframe. I could smell his cologne, cedar and something purely male. “Because it’s wrong,” I whispered, even as I felt myself getting wet.“You’re my best friend’s dad.” He let out a low, dangerous chuckle.

The pain was as raw as if it had happened yesterday. My father continued, his tone growing softer, almost calculated. “He killed her, Bridgette. And I couldn’t prove it. The world took his side. They saw him as the grieving best friend. But I’ve lived every day since, knowing the truth, knowing what kind of monster he truly is.”

~~Joan~~ Chapter One — My Best Friend’s Dad It was a mistake to even dream about my best friend’s father. More like a mistake to even think of having my mouth wrapped around his huge cock. It was monstrous. But the audacity—the nerve—of me to even imagine my hands wrapped around it, feeling every inch of that hardness, that thickness, swallowing it whole… I should’ve stopped right there. But I didn’t. I know I shouldn’t have followed Julia home.

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”