Submitting To My Best Friend's Dad Novels & Stories

Yes, our abilities were special as much as it could be used for benefit, it could also be used for evil as well as for selfish needs. "I understand, I won't tell anyone." My mom slumped back on the chair as if coming out of a trance. "Umm...why did you make so much, curry dad? where there is only three of us." I asked dad, changing the subject. He smiled and said, "Your mothers best friend from school is coming over tonight." My mother beamed at the mention of her best friend. "Yes, she is very nice and you would love her, but she is going to come very late and you need to sleep," she said giving me a stern look as if expecting me to argue.

Dad smirks, “Of course.” “So the short list was Rik, Chase, Liam, Trevor and Jason.” I scrunch up my nose when I say Jason’s name. My dad just raises a brow in question. “It’s not Jason Dad. He’s my best friend and even he thought it was sort of gross and stupid to be in the top 5.” I sat thoughtfully for a minute. “We can remove Liam, and Rik, so that leaves Chase and Trevor as the biggest possibilities. I’ve never gotten any vibes from Chase, so I honestly don’t see it. That leaves Trevor.”

My mouth waters at the huge cookies. I choose a isolated booth , far away from everyone - however I had a perfect view of the entire café. I quickly take out my phone and text my dad. Me : Hey dad🌻 I might be coming home late today. Dad : Okay honey , Use protection. Me : Ewww , what?! I'm in a café. Im definitely not doing what you think I'm doing. Dad : Ooooh , my mistake honey. You need to get out there more often - Make some friends , get drunk , smoke weed , do teenage things.

I wanted him to take me as something more than a pretty face in bed but I guess now, I knew that that was impossible with him. Seeing him with Crystal made me realize that to him it was just a fling. I buried my head in my hands and tried my best to keep the tears at bay. I didn't want anyone on the bus seeing me cry. What was I even thinking? Even if I wanted anything to do with him, I couldn't. He was my best friend's dad. I was already worried about what Bridget would say if she found out that I was sleeping with him much less her reaction is she found that that we probably were dating.

he asked flatly. “No,” I said way too quickly. Austin choked back a laugh, and I gave him a quick death glare. My dad walked over, looking at the flowers, but didn't say anything. He just raised an eyebrow. “From a client?” he asked. “No,” I muttered. “Then who?” I opened my mouth, trying to figure out a non-awkward way to say ‘Your best friend and business partner who I may or may not be falling in love with sent it to me’ but nothing came out. Hell, I'm not about to say that.

Edina looked at me suspiciously and later asked;Dad do you have anything going on with my best friend? No! What is it? I inquired. Eric and Edina gazed at each as if contemplating of telling me or not. She damped me now professing to have feelings for you. Eric said through gritted teeth. I don't know it must her one sided love but l have never promised her or do anything that gives her hints of love from me. I responded after a little silence. That bitch. She want to become my step mother. I thought she was my friend but l think she was aiming at you dad. Edina spoke with anger.

This might just be a torn out card laying aimlessly on the ground that I found. Killian is not so stupid to send a letter to me when he knows I'm the best friend of his fiancée who he has some sort of disagreement with. .... Unless he actually is.

"What did he want? Frey?" Shaking my head, I forced a smile, never looking at Andrew even though I could still see him, he was looking at me but I refused to make eye contact. "A competition, he wants to go through some of my photos on Monday so I can enter." "That's great! Why don't you seem excited? You live for this stuff." Smiling, calming my face down, I looked at my best friend, she's my best friend, a guy won't change that. "I am! It's great news, I can't wait to tell my dad, I am going to need to go out this weekend to take some new shots, but I already have an idea of the one I may want to submit.

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

“What does that even mean?” He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head like he was debating whether to say more. “That club,” he said finally, his tone dropping. “How do you know it?” My stomach tightened instantly, but I kept my face neutral, my gaze still on him. “I don’t,” I replied lightly. “My friends brought me there I didn’t know it existed before. My dad musnʼt know about that.” I said my heart was beating faster. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “He mustnʼt. Your secret is safe.”