Dad's Best Friend: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 83)
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DAD’S BEST FRIEND
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 83
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Dad's Best Friend
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
DAD’S BEST FRIEND
My dad’s best friend is the only man I ever wanted.
But can this older man have eyes for such a much younger woman?
The first time he looks at me after I return home from college is the first time I think there might actually be a chance…to share another kind of first time I’ve been saving just for him.
Will my dad’s best friend risk my father’s friendship for me in the hopes of the HEA I’ve always wanted, or will this older man leave this younger woman heartbroken in San Francisco…forever?
*Dad’s Best Friend is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Damian
“Surprise!” what must be over one hundred people yell as I walk into the restaurant.
“Cheers to your fortieth, and nearly forty years of friendship,” my best friend Darren says as he hands me a glass of whiskey.
We clink our glasses together and I tip the smooth brown liquid back, but it doesn’t go down nearly as smoothly as it looks.
And it has nothing to do with the quality and everything to do with her.
The girl in the white dress in the back corner of the room who’s watching as I both cough and try and stop the alcohol from coming out of my nose.
“You okay, buddy?” Darren asks. “Getting too old, aren’t ya? Can’t hold your alcohol.”
The only thing I’m thinking about holding right now is that girl…in my arms all night long and keeping my sudden raging erection at bay.
The entire room goes quiet and I focus on her with the intensity of a lion hunting its prey.
And I pray to god I’m not making a complete fool out of myself right now as my eyes lock on her as I stare for way too long for what’s socially acceptable.
My mind flashes with things that we certainly wouldn’t do in a social setting like this. No way would I allow another man to ever see what’s underneath those clothes.
And no way could I tell her the things that are on my mind
right now.
But the most important thing is ending this surprise birthday party that just started and getting the only birthday gift I’ve ever wanted.
Her.
But apparently I’m not the only one with that idea.
I see a group of boys on the other side of our cordoned off area tapping her on the shoulder and trying to get her attention, but she keeps her focus on me…until one leans over the barrier and puts his face right in front of her, separating our mutual stares and causing her head to recoil back as she brings her hands in front of her face trying to get space between her and the boy.
A second boy reaches around and grabs the drink from her hand and downs it causing the entire group to start laughing.
Time to teach these kids manners. And to make sure she gets the last laugh.
Without looking I put the empty glass on the small circular table off to the side and march right over there.
But this is no liquid courage. This isn’t alcohol running through my veins…this is fire and rage.
And a promise and a claim.
I’m going to show them, and her, exactly who she belongs to right fucking now.
I grab the boy by the back of his predictably black button down “going out” shirt and toss him back over the railing.
“This is a private party and you’re not invited,” I say to his friends.
“Beat it, grandpa. My dad owns the place.”
“And I’m gonna own you if you don’t get away from her right now,” I say, holding back the venomous words I really want to spit at these assholes.
But cursing in front of a lady is not my thing. Never has been and never will be…except maybe in the bedroom, but then again I wouldn’t know. I’ve been too busy building my company from the ground up since I started it in my garage in high school. I haven’t had the time, nor the desire, for a woman in my life.
Until now.
“I’ll talk to who I want to talk to and if you try and stop me I’ll have you thrown out,” he says.
“Thrown out, huh. Like this?” I ask.
I reach over the barrier. One hand clamps down hard on his shirt collar and the other latches onto his belt.
I lift him up and over and carry him right to the exit.
“Put me down, asshole!”
“If you insist,” I say, rocking back on my heels and letting my momentum carry me forward as I toss him right out the front door and into the cool San Francisco night.
This city is one of the hilliest in the world and if I know one thing it’s that he’s gonna roll…for awhile.
I step back inside the restaurant and the spitting image of what that boy would look like if he was thirty years older comes in my direction.
But I don’t break my pace walking right up to him and stopping inches from him.
“Your son needs to learn some manners when it comes to women and adults,” I say.
“I…I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to teach him.”
“Well, do a better job,” I say.
I turn and walk back into the area where our party is, my eyes scanning the room for the girl.
But she’s gone.
“Jeez, dude. Are you okay?” Darren asks.
“That boy was bothering the girl that was standing here,” I say looking at the floor seeing the empty space where she’d just been, longing for her to suddenly reappear.
“The girl?”
“The one that was just here in the white dress.”
“You didn’t recognize her?”
“No, she must be a friend of one of the guests,” I say.
Darren’s head pulls back. One eyebrow goes up and his opposite eye closes as he gives me a face like I just put smelling salts in front of him or something.
“Yeah, she’s one of our guests all right. Mine. My daughter.”
CHAPTER 2
Delilah
I put the toilet seat down and double check that the door is locked. I put my elbows on my knees and my head in my palms and close my eyes.
I need to catch my breath right now and nothing is working.
The man I’ve been secretly obsessed with from a distance…the man I’ve spent many a night fantasizing about…just gave me the ultimate white knight fantasy right in front of my very eyes.
And the eyes of about one hundred other people.
I can’t stand immature, obnoxious boys and their juvenile attempts at getting a girl’s attention.
And apparently neither can he.
And if we agree on that then maybe he’ll agree on another thing.
I’m not my daddy’s little girl anymore. I’m an adult, although a young one. But still I’m old enough to make my own decisions.
And my most important decision has never changed.
To be his.
Damian is the only man I’ve ever wanted. At first it was just a simple crush that started a few years ago, but after I went off to a two-year college to get my associates degree the attraction only grew stronger.
The longer I was away the more I missed him. And the more I realized guys my age just couldn’t compare.
But it’s not just because he’s a man. It’s because he’s the man.
He’s incredibly tall, very dark, and beyond handsome.
He’s handsome in that rugged kind of way that says he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty…or pull my hair back when I ask, or even when I don’t.
I even studied web design just because of him.
He’s one of the most famous businessmen in all of Silicon Valley and he has been for years.
He started a tech fitness app about ten years ago and once he added those armband things that you see people wearing everywhere he literally cemented his status as a billionaire.
People up here like to use the word unicorn to describe the minute fraction of startups that go on to become household brands, or even verbs. Google. Uber. Tesla. Companies like that. Well, his “Funfit” app and the armband is one of those.
But while most of the world is asking their friends if they want to “funfit” this and “funfit” that, I’m thinking of a different kind of fit, that I know would be much more than fun.
One that would be life changing in its own regard.
One I’ve been saving just for him.
One I was hoping to give him tonight as the ultimate gift for his birthday.
But here I am hyperventilating in the bathroom instead.
I thought my biggest problem was going to be my dad, or his relationship with him.
But after what he just did in front of everybody the biggest problem is now myself.
I’ve gotten this close. No time to worry about what other people think now, right?
It’s go time.
I bring my face out of my hands and then take a deep breath and blow it out. Looking at my watch I see an entire half hour has already passed.
Time to quit messing around.
I unlock the bathroom door and without even checking how I look in the mirror I storm right back into the party…and another complete surprise.
CHAPTER 3
Damian
I take a puff of a cigarette for the first time in my life as I run my hand down the back of my neck, squeezing it hard trying to remove the tension.
My foot won’t stop tapping as I take another puff. I just bought a pack from the corner store to try and calm down. I’ve got to try anything. It’s the first cigarette I’ve ever smoked in my life so it should have a big effect on me, but it’s not working. Nothing has ever affected me more than her and there’s no cure...not that I’m looking for one despite my current behavior.
My head darts right and then left as I sit out front of the restaurant where my surprise birthday party was supposed to occur tonight.
The cops said I had two options. Option one was to take me down to the station and book me for assault. They, like I, knew that meant my mug shot would be online before the fog even rolled in over the bridge tonight.
Seems like they’ve had some problems with that group of rich brats before and felt like they could use a lesson, and I could catch a break in the process of giving it to them.
The owner had them down here not two minutes after our little face to face. I should have know he was full of shit saying how he was trying to teach his son better manners. Apparently it runs in the family.
But running into Darren’s family was the last thing I expected tonight.
I do the math and figure Delilah must be twenty now. She left S.F. when she was eighteen to go off and study.
The last time I would have seen her was at her high school graduation, but I arrived late as I was away on a business trip and arrived after she was already in bed.