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My Best Friend's Father

My Best Friend's Father

Would risk it all for pleasure? Brandi and Gio were never meant to happen and should not have happened but....one fateful night it happened and for them, there was no turning back. His daughter's best friend to the woman in his bed., Giovanni will have a hard time accepting Brandi is no longer the little girl he knew.
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Chapter 3

Brandi's POV I grab my bag and run out of the house; I'm running late to my weekly family dinner at Giannia's house, it's just her and her dad, but I really look forward to it. I'm about fifteen minutes late, but after the night I had, my body needed the rest. I clench my thighs as the memories of last night come flooding back. No, I shake my head, stop that I need to drive, which means I have to avoid accidents. I better pull my head out of the gutter. I make it to my car, pop the door and hop in. Her father lives twenty minutes away from me in a more affluent neighborhood, so I know I will be much later. I pull my phone from my bag and text Gianna. "G I'm running a bit late, be there in twenty-minute," she responds immediately. "That's fine; Papi burnt the marina sauce. We're doing a quick store run. Hope you don't mind store-bought." "Of course not, we have to keep him away from the kitchen." "lol you're telling me, see you in a bit." "see you." I smile, putting my phone back as I started the car. Gianna and I have been friends since the 6th grade; we've had countless sleePOVers and fights and supported each other when my parents passed in a fire when I was 13 and when her mother died from cancer when we were 16. We know everything about each other, except I can't tell her about my sex-filled nights with strangers. She's too pure for that; Gianna has only had one boyfriend to who she gave her virginity. I lost my virginity to my cousins when they forced themselves on me when I moved in with them after my parents died. Those years of abuse have always stayed with me, although I don't have a thing for abusive sex. I do like random strangers fucking me until I'm unable to walk. My partner from yesterday definitely accomplished that since I wasn't able to move after a couple of hours when he left. I relive it in my mind the entire ride over, slipping my vibrator in me to get myself off one more time before I have to be prim and proper Brandi. I grip the steering wheel just as the house comes into view and scream loud as my orgasm slams through me since I wasn't allowed to scream yesterday. I stop before the house and enter the gate code and drive into the huge mansion. I head for my usual spot by the door and quickly park, then slip my vibrator out. I do a quick clean-up with wipes since car masturbation was one of my usual kinks. "Okay, Brandi, get your head out of the gutter; you're about to have dinner with a cute, wholesome family; stop thinking about sex." I inhale and exhale, grab my bottle of perfume, and dab a little on me before slipping out of the car and making my way to the door. I press the doorbell. It rings throughout the house before someone opens the door. "Brandi, good to see you; how have you been?" Mr capital grins at me as he opens the door. All the servants are off on the weekends, so I always expect him or G to open the door. "I've been great; visit grandma on Monday." I step inside; he closes the door behind me. "How is she?" "As good as can be expected. She's knitting again." "That's good hang in there." I nod and smile, not wanting to bring down the mood. "Where is G?" I ask, trying to change the topic even though I brought it up. "she's in the kitchen." "Oh, I heard you burnt the sauce." He laughs. "You know I'm helpless in the kitchen without you." "It's a good thing that I'm here." "Yeah, now where's my hug?" I groan, hating the dad part of him that loves to hug. "come on, bring it in, bring it in." He wraps his arms around me and pats my back; my nose catches a scent, a familiar scent, but I can't place it; it's too faint. He pulls away. "See, that wasn't so bad; I'll go take a shower; I'm a mess. See you, girls, in a bit, don't start without me." Mr. Caputo looks unlike his usual polished self, his hair is a bit messy, and his shirt has marina stains on them, but he's still handsome. Fortunately, I found him a tad bit vanilla for my taste, so I never tried jumping in his bed. A few of Gianna's college friends tried to, and Gianna was not happy about that. That's probably why I'm still her only female friend. "We won't." I smile; he flashes me a quick grin then jogs up the staircase.

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