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The Friends Father…

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Description: In which you meet your best friends father for the first time and fall for him, and the attraction and affection is reciprocated

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Warning(s): Age gap.

“Hey girl.” Y/F/N smiled at you just as she finished buffing tables.

You never understood why she was buffing tables if she had this famous producer as a father. But, she always talked about not wanting to depend on her famous father, that she had luxury and leisure but, she wanted independence. She and you both attended the same school, it was a public school but also private, mainly for the rich and powerful, you weren’t rich nor were your parents powerful, but your scholarship landed you here. Being a talented actress, pianist and singer. Your talent was what got you where you are. “Hey, so what are we doing after you get off work?” You sat down and waited for the other waitress to bring over your food.

“I have to meet my father at the stu,” she rolled her eyes.

You laughed. “You hate the studio or something?” Your friend shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I just rather be doing something else then meeting him in the studio with his artist, like I can not stand them.” You knew where she was coming from, some male artist were thirsty and you hated working with a lot of them, some wouldn’t even let you clear records if you didn’t sleep with them, shit be funny. You always made sure you had more than just you in a studio session with a male artist, because you weren’t about to put yourself out like that. Your career was not about to be based on that. You weren’t some career-hopper, you weren’t about to do whatever to boost sells or your name.

“You never know though, maybe he has a mellow artist in the studio with him today, did he tell you who?”

She shrugged. “My father never tells me whose he’s working with until the product is complete or until I happen to walk in on him and an artist in the studio. Like the one time, one of his female artist was being a total groupie, all over him and was trying to sleep with him so he could make her single go platinum.” You shook her head. “Oh wow, do I know this artist? And, did he sleep with her?” She shrugged. “I don’t know but, I doubt it. My father don’t get down like that and even if he did sleep with her, nine times out of ten, she still didn’t go platinum. But, I mean she had to be at least seventeen so I doubt he did or would ever admit to it.”

“Seventeen? I hope he wasn’t on no R,Kelly shit?”

She laughs. “Not even.” She assures me, as the waitress brought over my milkshake, burger and fries. “I’ll get back with you in a minute though.” She said to me, you just nodded your head and went to eating your food, you took a bite into your burger scrolling through your instagram notifications. Seeing multiple likes on your latest post, a video of you playing the piano and singing a cover to Alicia Keys ‘No One’. Which was by far one of your favorite songs by one of your favorite artist at the time. Growing up, all you wanted was to be the next Alicia. Your talent could put you there. You already had multiple labels wanting to sign you, but you chose to remain an Independent Artist. You’ve even wrote a few songs for a couple hot artist out right now, like Ariana Grande and, Chris Brown.

“Y/N.” You looked away from your phone and to your ex boyfriend, you shook your head, he had been trying to get back with you for the longest.

Jordan Baker. Star Athlete, but soon started to loose his game. He wasn’t the star of the show any more due to a new player on the scene, and every since then, you and his relationship wasn’t the same. But he was the sweetest guy in the world, but, you and he eventually called it quits and decided to just be friends whilst he got himself together. “Jordan. Hi.” You greeted, he slightly smiled pulling out a chair. “Hey, how you been? You’ve been avoiding me around school.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you, Jordan. I’ve just been busy with trying to get this song together for the talent show.”

Jordan was a lot of things; sweet, charming, handsome and all around perfect in a lot of ways but he was also damaged. I always found myself attracted to boys that needed fixing, and when I was done fixing them, I would leave. I was a fixer, I guess. I couldn’t help it though, when you have some issues you liked to find someone with the same. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be with someone who wasn’t damaged. “Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay.” It’s been a little awkward between us too, since he and I lost our child, awhile back before Spencer joined the team, he and I were expecting. Of course, we never told our parents about the baby because we wanted to be sure what we would do concerning it. I knew I wasn’t ready to be a mother; but I also didn’t believe in abortion. But, life had other plans for me… for us.

“I miss you, we have to talk.” I just took another bite of my fry, looking him over. Truth was, I missed Jordan too but, a relationship isn’t what I was missing. I was missing sex, I haven’t had good sex in a good minute and it was definitely crossing my mine, just imagining my hands over his perfectly shaped chest and abs, my nails dugged down deep into his abs. Yeah, I was missing the way he would pull my hair as he beat my pussy from the back. My favorite position was always back shots, his was missionary of course, he loved watching his dick slide in and out of my pussy like a pool stick. He was the best I have had, well all of my eighteen years. And, I’m sure there’s plenty of men who would jump on board to sleep with me.

But I wasn’t one to just jump into bed with a random. Nah’, that wasn’t in my character. I was all for good sex, but I couldn’t just pick up a random guy and sleep with him. I was too afraid of diseases. “I miss you too, Jordan. But you know I’m not ready for us to get back together.”

“I understand.” He nods. “But could we at least talk? I miss my best friend more than anything, I want nothing more but to hang out like the good ol’ days.” You took another fry into your mouth, and was just about to open your mouth again to speak when Y/F/N walked over with her regular clothes on and purse. Indicating that she was off of work. “We could do something later today. I’ll call you.” You stood to your feet dropping down a tip. He nods his head, you both hugged and you followed your friend out the cafe. “Girl, you and Jordan trying to get back together? Not that im not here for it but, there’s plenty of ballers to try out.”

———.

You laugh. “Jordan and I have been through a lot together, I love him. But no, im not trying to get back together with him. Doesn’t mean I’m not tryna fuck, though.”

“Girl, look around.. there’s plenty of brothers here on campus, look at him. He’s been eye-ing you ever since you and I walked out the cafe.”

Shaking your head. “And? I don’t fuck with randoms. You already knew that though. So, why you pressing the issue? I swear you trying to make me a city girl or some’?” She laughs. “Maybe just a little, I want you to loosen up and shit. Have a little fun.” You shook your head as you both walked to her car. You still hadn’t gotten your own ride and you was waiting for the day you could purse it, you already had all the money saved up and you were just waiting to make that purchase. “I can have fun and loosen up without getting loosened. Okay?” She laughs shaking her head.

———

“Damn, this studio building is bigger than most I’ve been in.”

You looked around the building as you both made your way in it, the guards waved at her. Some other artist were walking around some of which I were huge fans of but I didn’t want to freak out, I had to play my cool and act like I was used to this shit. We kept walking until we past by a room, and walked into another. You could see the neon lights flashing “On Air” and music coming from the inside even though it was a bit muffled. She knocked, then opened the door, smoke lingered around the room, she and I coughed fanning it away. The smoke eventually cleared out and my eyes darted to the man leaned back in the chair, blocking smoke and bobbing his head and his eyes went from the rapper in the booth, to mine. He licked his lip leaning forward, causing the chair to sit up straight.

“Hold on,” He said sitting up in his seat. He wore a nice suit that hugged his biceps.

The man was by far the sexiest man I had ever seen. He cleared out the studio. “Hey Princess.” I shook my head out my trance that he was in. He was just plain sexy. But, he was my friend’s father. Not to mention, much, much older then me. “Hi, daddy. So you got Dave East fine ass in the studio?” He laughs, shaking his head. “Girl, sit your fast ass down.” She laughs sitting down with me sitting next to her. “Oh dad, this is my friend I was telling you about. Y/n meet my dad, Clifford but just call him Method. Everybody else does, he hates his name.”

“That is true, only the real can call me Cliff. Nice to meet you, yeah, my daughter showed me a few of your covers on YouTube. When you gonna let me sign you?”

You were honored. Method fucking Man. He wanted to sign you, you always had a crush on Method Man. You though he was the finest man to walk the planet earth next to Idris Elba and Morris Chestnut, but, he was truly the one man you would not hesitate to fuck. Anywhere. You just couldn’t believe your best friend was his daughter. “I’m not signing to no labels right now but I’ll hear out your offer.” He smiled, his perfect teeth shined like new money. The neon lights reflected on the silver cap he had in his mouth, “Alright. I’ll put that together and get back with you.”

“Dad. What you wanted me to come by for?”

You and him couldn’t help but steal light glances at each other from time to time, he would be a fool to deny that he found you to be attractive. But he wouldn’t admit that out loud, you were after all the same age as his little girl and, he wasn’t about to go down that road. “I wanted you to come by because there’s a new female artist, Tima. I’m signing her soon and I need you to write a good track that’ll put her on the map; my plan is to release a single release party for her soon and get her some exposure.”

“This isn’t the seventeen year old, is it?”

He laughs. “Nah’. It’s not Alyssa. I dropped her from the label the minute she tried to get me to sleep with her.” It was amazing how open they were, I wasn’t this open with my father let alone my mother. “Okay, good. Cause’, she wasn’t going to make it too far in this game with her legs wide.” I snickered. He chuckled. “She would’ve made it far, but not for good reasons. Probably would die soon from AIDS. Or something. Any way, you can drop in tomorrow and get a feel of Tima. She reminds me of Brandy. She got a nice vibe to her, that old school vocals. So, I want something that’ll catch every one’s eyes and have them begging for more.”

“You know I’m a writer dad, but for somebody else? It’s difficult.”

He brushed the side of his face. “Alright well, talk to Chris for me. Ask him who helped him write that track Iffy? That shit was good.” She looked over at me, I chuckled. “I did.” He raised an eyebrow, “You write?” I nod my head, “I’ve written a couple songs. That was one.” He put out his blunt, “Yeah, I’ll definitely be doing business with you. Could you possibly do that for me?” I rubbed my arm. “I could but, I need to know what exactly you looking for in the music, the melody and all of that, need to get the feeling of the artist..the whole nine. I can’t just write on a whim.”

“What’re you doing tomorrow?”

She was one of my biggest supporters so it didn’t take her long to volunteer my services. “She will be here. But first dad, my girl doesn’t do this for free? How much we talking?” He looked at me. “How much do you want?” I had never been asked that question before, I didn’t exactly know how much I wanted, or what I wanted. “The pay is in your hands. You’re doing me a solid, I’ll take care of you. No worries.” He smiled. Y/f/n grinned over at you. “Dad, why don’t the two of you just talk this over tonight? I have an errand to run and I’ll be back to pick her up?” You was hesitant about that. “It’s up to her. I just finished up with Dave, I just gotta cut the track and do some last minute editing. So, I can show you some videos of Tima singing and you can get a feel of her vocals. I can actually drop you off at home..”

“Uh..” You was not trying to be alone with this man, but you trusted him, solely because he was your friends father.

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