Romans & histoires Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

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?*

“She’s humble too. Alex, tell her about your dad’s investment thing.” He shrugged. “It's boring. My dad runs a small private equity firm. I’m just trying to graduate without him forcing me into it.” He tilted his head. “Mirabel said you’re an orphan? That’s rough. Sorry, that came out blunt. I’m not good at this.” “It’s fine,” I said with a sigh. “It was a long time ago.” “Still.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk about it, or not talk about it, I’m around. We can be friends. Mirabel says you’re the strongest person she knows.”

he said. "I will walk you out, Tristan," my dad said, and then they both left the kitchen. My shoulders sagged with defeat and I leaned back against the chair. What the f^ck just happened? He changed in a split second all because of my age. What was I even thinking about writing a silly essay about him? Now I know that I can never have him because he is my best friend's father and he is my dad's friend. He is simply not interested in a young woman such as me. It is time that I stayed the hell away from him too, if that will make me forget about this incident.

I don’t think I can. “I thought so." “So tell me about this man. Who is he? Is he someone I know?” “No, you don’t know him.” But of course, he knows him. A lot of people know him. Jordan is very popular and his company is popular too. Besides, Brandon saw him at the party a few weeks ago and he couldn’t stop talking about Jordan and his work. But I’m a coward, okay? I don’t want him to judge me for being so hopelessly and stupidly into an older man and not just any older man, but my dad’s best friend.

I hope she isn't mad at me for running away without telling her first. My eyes lower to my hands that are clenching my jumpsuit and that is when I realize that I am crushing on my best friend's dad and my Alpha. This is horrible but it is something I have no control over whatsoever. I swallow thickly in embarrassment. This is my father's best friend.

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

"Maria was humble, slept on a mattress, Alex..." "I know. We fucked there too." He widened his eyes, staring at me in shock. "Oh, fuck! Where else did you...?" I’m her father’s best friend. And now, I’m also... your worst mistake. "You’re feeling like a badass, huh? Too bad I don’t have anyone of yours left to fuck." I lamented, tapping his shoulder without aggression. "It’s not about competition. Or revenge." I took a deep breath. "I’ll take you home. Tomorrow, we’ll talk calmly."

"I have a luncheon at one, and the traffic downtown is unbearable." Robert, my father’s lifelong attorney, sighed and adjusted his reading glasses. He looked tired. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and hesitation. "Saskia, are you ready?" I nodded, gripping the edge of my seat. My thighs still slightly ached from the night before, a constant, physical reminder of the mistake I had made in that dark VIP room. My mind kept drifting back to the scent of tobacco and leather, but I forced myself to focus. Today was about my freedom. "Yes, Robert. Please read it."