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

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.

He is my Dad's best friend. Reid Bailey.

“Good. I knew you’d see reason.” “But,” I added, holding her gaze, “I have one condition. I want to speak to Dad first. Just once. I need him to hear from me that this is what I want.” Her grin faltered, suspicion clouding her expression. “Why? So you can play the victim? Manipulate him into turning against me?” “No,” I said firmly. “Because father need closure. If I’m giving up everything, I need to him to hear it from me and not from this paper. That’s my only condition.”

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

~~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.”

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

But nothing is special enough to heal the bruises on his face or breathe life back into his unmoving body. I fall to my knees beside the bed and hold his hand. It is scraped and appears lifeless like the rest of him. When I try to speak, a crushing wave of emotions clog my throat, making the words strangled, closed off. “Dad…you always say to tell you everything because you are my best friend, right? You are the only friend I trust enough to pour my heart out to without worrying that I’ll be used down the line. The only friend who will not judge me, even if I am a little weird and have a strange phobia of words and people and I can be empty sometimes. I feel that way again, Dad. Empty. And u

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”