Never Date Your Best Friend's Dad

NEVER DATE YOUR BEST FRIEND'S DAD AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE ASHLIE SILAS In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. CONTENTS Prologue 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 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Did you like this book? PROLOGUE CELESTE I hate coffee. That probably sounds blasphemous to some people, but when you work five hours a day at a coffee hut, constantly making and serving coffee to patrons with a smile, it eventually loses its appeal. It’s annoying that I need a cup to survive every morning, though. I’m a hypocrite. I might hate the smell of coffee, but I absolutely cannot start my day without a cup. It’s my own personal dilemma. Working at the coffee hut the past year has been a form of saving grace. It’s one of my two part-time jobs and I’ve tried really hard not to fuck things up here, despite my boss being a major asshole. I don’t so much as blink when he asks me to stay late and I certainly don’t say shit when he blows up on me for making the tiniest mistakes. “You’re up, Cel,” says Melinda, one of my coworkers, pointing at a table at the window side of the coffee shop. I inwardly sigh. “What do they want?” The slender brunette rattles off the order and I quickly prepare it before balancing the four cups of coffee on a tray and heading to the table filled with overeager frat boys. I just know I’m about to be groped. Or some semblance to it. There’s nothing worse than working on a campus, especially when you’re a student yourself. Granted, I’m taking graduate classes. As expected, there’s some catcalling CHAPTER 1 CELESTE “Ah! Yes! Go faster! Mmm.” I clutch my pillow over my ear and groan. Those inhuman sounds have been going on for the past thirty minutes. Usually, I would ignore them, but it’s four in the morning and I really need to sleep. It seems my roommate and her boyfriend or fuck of the week have no regard for the time. I’m this close to walking into that room and dousing them both with a bucket of ice water. I’d like to see if they’re still able to get it up after that. Finally, the noise stops and I’m able to get some peace and quiet. I roll onto my back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling of my room, praying for sleep. More than anything, I want my own house. A place that’s just for me. I’m an only child, and before college, I had my own space, but that hasn’t been the case ever since. I’ve had to deal with roommates and all the problems that come with sharing the same space with another human being for years now. It isn’t like I abhor my current roommate, but let’s be honest. She deserves jail time for waking up at 3 a.m. and deciding that was an appropriate time to fuck. By the time I open my eyes, it’s early morning. The sun is shining through my open window and it’s time for me to