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

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.

“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.”

~~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.”

I hope you enjoyed this short story of mine! I would like to thank the Lord for everything that he has given me and for giving me the great ideas that I used in this book. This book is dedicated to my mother who loves to read horror books and who never stopped supporting me. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my best friends Trish, Sweet, & Dani for the moral support that you have given me you guys are really a blessing from him above. There will be no book 2 for this book guys! -Kali "Never let jealousy over power you"

Right as I reached for the door, my phone vibrated. ‎It was a text message from an unknown number. I unlocked my screen to find a high-resolution photo of me stepping out of Charles's SUV yesterday. ‎A follow-up text popped up right beneath it: ‎Hope your father knows you're getting fucked by an older man while he's out of the country. Pay me $50,000 by noon, or these photos go straight to the university forum and the internet. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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.”