Novel & Cerita Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad

“I wonder why you aren’t scared of my dad. He will be so disappointed if he ever hears you are mating his daughter as his friend.” “Friends help each other - that’s why. Your dad is not a saint. Just because he puts on his church hat doesn’t mean he is any better than I am. And besides no one is there to tell him about us except you.”

My dad chuckles. “Mija, if you need money just tell me…” My dad says. “No daddy I’m fine…” I smile through the phone. “Ahh... I got it, did your friend support you? Please let me talk to him” My dad says. “No! It’s not him… it’s her” I say. “Are you guys best friend? Is she support you Mija? What’s her job?” My dad asks. “Daddy… You punched me with a bunch of questions. Relax daddy… I’m fine” I laugh softly.

I said getting up. “We even need the reason for your rejection.” Dad said making me flop on the couch. “But that’s unfair. This is my first proposal and you guys are acting like if I don’t get settled with this, then I will never get married in my life.” I said glaring at both. “That’s because this is the best proposal.” Dad said with a hard expression. “Maybe not best for me.” I said shrugging. “Usha! His father is our college best friend. We got together with him after so many years and that too for your proposal.” He said and I actually don’t understand what he is trying to tell me.

He wasn't just the man who saved me from those robbers. He wasn't just the man I kissed. He was Zander Creed. Chair of the mentorship program I desperately wanted to get into. And my father's best friend. I had kissed my father's best friend.

When I pressed down, a sharp pain shot through them. "Dad, I mean it this time. I'll report to the international branch next week. I promise I won't be so petulant anymore, Dad." Even Dad knew Malcolm was the person I treasured most in the world. How could my best friend not have known? That night, the moment I got home, my phone rang again. It was the same number, and the same little girl's soft voice came through the speaker. "Miss, why haven't you accepted my friend request?"

I was old enough to know better than to fuck a twenty-three-year-old who used to have sleepovers at my house, giggling over pizza in my kitchen. Christ, what kind of man does this? The kind who can still feel her wrapped around his cock. The kind who's already plotting ways to get her alone again. I dragged a hand down my face. Serena's text filled my head. "Best dad ever"? I wanted to punch myself. Some "best dad" I was, sleeping with the girl who'd been my daughter's closest friend. I should delete her number, reassign her to a different project, different floor, different building if possible, put as much distance between us as I could before this blew up in both our faces.

Scarlett's dad. "Hey, Taylor," I pressed the phone to my ear. "Hey, friend. I haven't been able to reach you. Is everything alright?" "Hmm. I've just been busy," I muttered, drying my hair with a towel. "Oh... I wanted to say thank you for letting my daughter stay with you," "It's fine. That's why we are friends," I threw myself on the bed, rubbing my fingers on my forehead. If only he knew what I feel for his daughter. Our friendship would be so fucked if he ever found out about this, and it was the last thing I wanted.

"Where are you going?" "Goodbye!" Without looking back, I dashed out of the room. Scott McFarland? Fuck! I couldn’t believe I’d slept with my friend’s dad!

I responded with my head bowed to the ground, I couldn't just stand there watching my best friend go homeless on the streets of Texas. “I’d have it forwarded to you as soon as I can!” I said. “How do you intend on doing that?” She asked staring at me. “My dad!” I said. She walked over to me and then pulled me in for a tight hug as she broke into more tears. “It's going to be okay!” I said as I patted her on the back, and the sweet smell of cookies wafted through my nostrils. “And lest I forget, you make the best cookies in the world!” I said smiling at her as we both broke out from the embrace.