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

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

“Sorry, that was Adrian. He’s been apologizing for leaving me stranded at the airport, but I want to try harder before I forgive him. What do you think about that?” “About Adrian?” Tessa smiled, teasing her friend. “About gifts.” Knowing her friend was fucking with her, she rolled her eyes. “Gift ideas for dad’s birthday.” “Nothing is coming to my head right now.” It was strange, but she attributed the blankness to still feeling bad about her secret relationship with the older man. She dropped her phone. “Bianca is his best friend. She should be able to help with that if we can’t come up with something.”

he turned my chin to look at the desk so I'd imagine it, "or even against the wall, if the circumstances were different. But you're my employee and my daughter's best friend." "So you want me?" "Doesn't it even matter to you that I'm twice your age?" "No." I wrapped my arms around his neck. My heart pounded. "You're the man I want." "I'm your best friend's father." "Tania never has to find out." "Fuck, Belle," he paused, his forehead touching mine like he was considering it. His breath was warm on my lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he whispered. "James Wilder, you're a challenge I accept wholeheartedly."

I had ignored their calls all day yesterday, and I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself now. The tall glass building of Ben Rothwell's Company loomed ahead as I parked. I sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to gather my nerves. Ben was going to be furious. I could already hear his sharp tone demanding answers. Julie, my best friend and the company’s marketing director, would undoubtedly give me an earful for going radio silent. But none of it mattered now, I gues. After all, I was going to tender my resignation. My decision had already been made.

Ivor No, he'll laugh his ass off and I will never hear the end of it from him. What would I even say? I kissed my goddaughter and I liked it. That's so fucked up. How do I tell my friend that I think I'm falling for my best friend's daughter He will straight up tell me he was right all along. That's how my day went with me contemplating if I should tell him or not. It took every willpower to finish my work for the day and by then, I had come to a decision.

My paternal instincts flare—I want to comfort my little girl and strangle the bastard who hurt her best friend and made her cry. “I didn’t want anyone to know, G—not because you weren’t a good friend; you were the best. I just wanted my time with you to be free of that. You were my escape, and I’m glad I had that. Now stop crying—you know how your father gets. He’ll want to shoot whoever made you cry.” Gianna laughs. “Dad won’t shoot you. He loves you.” I clench my jaw. *You don’t know how right you are, baby girl. Will you forgive me when you learn I fell in love with your best friend?*

“DEAR VANESSA ARCHIBALD, YOU HAVE JUST GAINED ADMISSION INTO YALE.” “Honey this is amazing!” Dad said as he threw his arms around me for a hug. I had been waitlisted for months and this news couldn’t have come at a better time. “You have to pack right now dear, you know lectures have started, I’ll give Antonio a call right now to let him know about your arrival,” My dad said, excitedly grinning ear to ear as he picked up his phone. Rosewood, the town I lived in was far away from New York where Yale was so Dad decided that I should move in with his best friend, Antonio who was also a professor at Yale.

He may have been an alcoholic, but wine was never his favorite; he preferred liquor to anything. We managed to get Mom sober, but she was still in shock. She and I told Dad what the talk was actually about after dinner. To my surprise, he took it a lot better than I anticipated. "So, let me get this straight." He said, trying to get the story straight, "You've been letting your boss/friend read your book, and he decided to submit it to the big boss for publishing as your gift?" I shrugged, "Pretty much." Dad slumped back in his chair and rubbed his temples,

What if they think I'm crazy for being so obsessed with my father's friend? “You both have to promise you won’t judge me.” As I say, they both glare at me. “Seriously, you think we’ll judge you, Sel?” Zoe asks, folding her arms across her chest. Stella reassures me, “We’ll never judge you. Now tell us.” After taking a deep breath, I finally open up. I tell them about Mr Luther—my attraction to him, and the fact that he’s my father’s friend and our age difference. Zoe’s jaw drops. “Wait, hold on. Are you telling me you’re into your dad’s friend?”

I asked softly. It was as though he battled to hold back his next words but he just spat it out. "The way you make me feel." He said. My blood froze as his hands touched mine but slowly it slipped down. I slowly jerked up, spreading my legs for him to inch closer and he did. "It's so..." His heated breathes slapped me in the face. "So so wrong" He added. "You're my best friend's daughter" And that was as much admittance that I could get. Admittance that I wasn't losing my mind.