My Best Friend's Dad

Drunken State

Elona's POV

I went back home thirty minutes after Tristan had left. I was disappointed because I wanted to have that moment with him as surreal as it is for me. First time to have s^x with my crush. The first time that I would have s^x. I lied to him about being a virgin. I just didn't want him to wait, just because I didn't have s^x before. I don't want to wait any longer. So I lied.

I walked down the stairs as my father got off a phone call. "So, how was your walk in the park?" he asked as he was sitting on the recliner. He had a long call...work as always.

"It was...refreshing," I lied.

"I'm glad that you needed time alone. You are always hanging out with Cris, and sometimes I do feel as if you two are hanging out too much with each other. Where is Spooky, by the way? We haven't seen him at Career Day." he furrowed his brows with concern.

I let out a sigh, "I don't know. He hasn't responded to my text yet. I'm sure that he is fine and something important came up," I shrugged.

"I like that kid, you two are the perfect match."

"Dad, he likes someone else, not me. He said that to my face and I believe him. I don't like him in that way either." I said over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen.

"Maybe he is lying to you," he followed after me.

"Dad, we know him. I am not his type, and he is not mine. So, please drop it. I know you like him but do not try to play match maker. Maybe you should try to date again," I said, as I reached for an apple in the fruit bowl.

"I am trying to get into the game of dating. I pushed Uncle Tristan into it, and it seems that it isn't for him after Maggie. I don't blame him after being single for a long time. I doubt that he has moved on from Aunt Estelle," he sat on a bar stool and I joined him. But nothing stung like the mention of Maggie's name. If only my Dad had known that we were dating.

"Just let him be happy with whatever he wants to do and focus on your love life," I tried to change the topic to him.

My mother had been dead for years and my father had also never dated since then. He would always go to the bar, which is his "happy place" but he needed to move on too.

"I know, Kiddo. I just feel better when I'm helping someone else. I also want to see you happy." he smiled at me as I sunk my teeth into the apple.

"I am happy," I said, with a mouth full of the apple.

"Then I'm happy,." he replied.

"Dad, what would you have done if one of your friends had dated me?" I asked as I looked over at him. I was nervous about his answer.

"Well, that is quite a question. I am close to Tristan. I can only think of him if he had to date you...." he shook his head, blowing out a breath. "I guess I would kill him with my bare hands....I don't know. But I surely wouldn't allow my friends to take advantage of my daughter and get away with it. I don't know...but as long as it's not happening I'm happy," he looked at me with a smile. "There isn't anything there now, is there?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Oh no! It was just a question. Cris and I just brought it up in a conversation out of fun," I lied with a smile.

"Well ,I hope you both are keeping it to men other than mine and Tristan's friends," he said, returning my smile.

"Don't worry, Dad," I lied, and I continued to eat my apple.

This was going to be tough, especially when Tristan and I are dating for a long time, my father would have to know. I need to ask Tristan all of his intentions, so I can be sure what happens in the future.

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I was on my bed, and my father went to have an early night because he has a huge meeting tomorrow. I couldn't help but think about whether everything was okay with Tristan's company. I was also worried about Spooky.

I reached for my phone beside my bed which was on charge. Tristan has never texted me yet. Neither did Spooky. I clicked on Cris' chat.

Me: Any word about Spooky?

Cris: No, but I do think that we should go to his house tomorrow.

Me: Great idea...only if he doesn't respond.

Cris: I'm off to bed. I will see you tomorrow. My Dad isn't at home yet, something about work emergencies. Anyway, nighty night.

Me: Goodnight.

I checked the time and it was almost midnight. Was Tristan still at work this time?

All of a sudden, my phone chimed.

Tristan: I'm at your front door...open up before I bang on this door, and we wouldn't want to wake your father up.

Sh^t.

I stood up quickly, I was in a tank top and my pajama shorts. I didn't care how I looked because I didnt want Tristan to bang on the door. I left my phone on the bed and I hurried out of my room and down the stairs. I unlocked the front door, opening it. Tristan was standing with his hands on either side of the door frame, his hair was disheveled. His tie was loosened, the top buttons of his shirt was undone. His suit jacket was unbuttoned.

"Tristan," I whispered.

He stumbled inside and he cupped the back of my head, crashing his lips against mine. Walking me backwards, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I scrunched my face as I stopped him with my hands on his chest.

"I need you right now," he said softly.

"You're drunk and you can't be here. My father is asleep."

"That is so much more fun. Have him watch us," he smirked as he leaned into me again, but I pushed him away.

"You need to go home."

"Nope," he shook his head. He crashed his lips against mine and his hands moved to my ass, squeezing them, and a moan escaped me. My core throbbed, and he lifted me up, my legs wrapped around his waist with my arms around his neck. He pressed me against the wall. But I broke the kiss.

"We can't, not when you're drunk. Let's get you home," I replied as he put me down, and I helped him, his arm was over my shoulder as I walked with him out of my house and closed the door behind me.

We walked down the driveway until we got to the sidewalk. I noticed that his car was not there or down the street. "How did you even get here?" I asked.

"I took a cab. My car is at the bar. Maggie offered to drive me, but I refused, she would've wanted to stay the night and I didn't want that. She wasn't you," he looked over at me with a smirk.

"Maggie was with you at the bar?" I asked and anger surged through me.

"Yeah, she found me there."

We finally got to his house and I opened the door. It was already unlocked, so I didn't need to struggle. Cris was asleep, so I hoped that Tristan will not wake her up because I didn't want to explain to Cris why I was helping her dad inside of his own house.

I helped him inside, but he let go of me, and he stumbled all the way to the lounge and plopped down on the sofa, lying down on his back. I approached him, his eyes now closed. I reached for the flannel floral throw that was on the back of the sofa and I threw it over him. I leaned over and I stroked his cheek. He didn't stir, he was out like a candle.

I don't know to what extent the emergency was, but it clearly made him visit the bar. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead and before Cris could appear in the lounge. I left.

I didn't want to explain anything, especially to lie even more. That was the worst part. I hope that Tristan will tell me what is going on at his company. This must be serious.