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 6
Brandi's POV
Gianna and I are on her couch watching a movie, our usual Sunday routine. Her father usually joins us, but he's avoiding her since she keeps pestering him about getting a girlfriend. I glad he isn't here; I don't need to distraction. I'm over trying to figure out if it was him or not; it happened once and will not happen again. I will have to update my list to add his name so that we won't be matched in the future.
I still feel guilty though, Gianna would kill me if she found out I slept with her father. Or would she? I know she had an issue with it when we were younger, but we're both grown now. It's just two consenting adults having sex; why should she care?
"Gi, umm, do you still have an issue with your friends sleeping with your father?"
"Huh?" She looks up at me with those innocent doe-like eyes and smiles. I avert my eyes and repeat the question,
"Do you care if any of your friends have sex with Mr.C, you know, since you want him to get a girlfriend?"
"Papi and my friends? Ewwwwww, yes, B, don't tell me you have the hots for him?"
"No, of course not; I was just wondering since you want him to date so badly."
"Anyone except my friends, especially you. He watched you grow up. That would be gross. I mean, really B, you think he's cute?" My stomach twists, right? He's known me since I was 13.
"He's not bad... plus, what if it was an accident?" She starts laughing and then punches my arm.
"How do u you accidentally sleep with someone? Trip and fall on his thing? B, you're hilarious."
"No...drunk or..." Sex in a room with no lights, I groan. The doorbell rings; Gianna gets up, still laughing to answer it. She returns a couple of minutes later with an envelope in her hands and a snack on her arm. He has caramel skin, green eyes, and a well-defined body; he is fine, but not my type.
"Brandi, look who showed up." I look at the strange man, confused.
"Who?"
"B! Carlos, I told you about him!"
"Oh, food truck guy?"? Nice to put a face to the name." I reach out to shake his hand, but he pulls me up into a hug. I stiffen; isn't he friendly. That could be a possible red flag.
"He's a hugger. "Gianna explains once she sees my face. I grimace as he pulls away. "B is not; she barely lets me hug her. I'm jealous." she looks at me with her puppy eyes and pout. I roll my eyes. She's so dramatic. Indeed, I rarely let anyone hug me, but she's acting like I let him do it.
"G...." she folds her arms and pouts. "Fine, you can hug me," I reply reluctantly, knowing she'll have an attitude all night if I don't give in.
"Yay, your hugs are the best." I chuckle as she jumps up and wraps her arms around me. She inhales and sighs her she goes sniffing me. "Divine, you smell delicious B. I could eat you up."
"I'd pay to see that," Carlos replies with a grin that earns him a glare from Gianna and me.
"Carly, don't be gross."
"Right, I'm sorry, babe. Ah...Nice to finally meet you; Gigi has told me so much about you." I eye him skeptically after that comment but soften into a smile, he seems genuine, and I want Gi to be happy.
"Carlos?" I need his last name to add to the list; after what probably happened between Me and Mr.C, I'm not taking any chances.
"Santiago, Dr. Santiago."
"G, you finally bagged a doctor after years of trying."
"So it's not me. It's my profession you like? No wonder you said yes." I chuckle as Gianna glares at me.
"Babe B was only joking. I rejected a lot of frogs before you."
"What about..."
"B, shut up!"
"Fine, but first, let me say one thing. Carlos...No, Dr. Santiago, you better treat her like the princess she is or else I'll...."
"Kill me? Yeah, I get it. Mr.C already warned me." I chuckle softly. Mr.C really is something. He's such a great dad. And even better lover if last night was him. Moisture pools between my thighs as the feeling of that man's rod in my core has me feeling rather hot.
"You don't have to worry. She's my baby. I'll never hurt her." Carlos's voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I realize where I am and what I'm doing. I really should stop this. Where was I? I look over at his big goofy smile; right, I was in the middle of threatening Carlos. I smile at him and reply.
"He'll kill you; I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you."
"B!" Gianna screams.
"Ouch!" Carlos grimaces out loud.
"Yeah, so don't even..." I approach him and stick my finger in his chest; g jumps in front of him.
"B, can you give this to dad, please." She presses the envelope she's been holding in her hand to my chest as she glares at me. She must really like this one to be so protective. Usually, she lets me threaten them.
"What's this?" I ask, looking at the envelope.
"I don't know; a courier handed it to me a couple of seconds ago. It seems important. You should definitely give it, dad....right now!"
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Yeah, so take the hint."I gasp playfully.
"On family night too? I'm so hurt, Gianna, you've abandoned me for a man. How could you?" She rolls her eyes, and Carlos laughs.
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge. Now take your big mouth and go. Maybe hang out with Papi for a while."
"You may regret that," I mumble under my breath.
"What?"
"Nothing. I'll be back, you and lover boy enjoy yourselves, I'll do the same with Mr.C." My core jumps just from the idea. I can't stay up there with him, especially if he's really the guy from last night. I'll drop this envelope off and head home.
"See you later, Brandi," Carlos calls as I turn to leave. I spin and smile sweetly.
"Sure, Carlos, just remember snip, snip."
"B!" I laugh as I make my way out of the living room. I stop at the edge of the staircase and lookup. I'm going to be alone with Mr.C; okay, I've done this before. So, I may have slept with him; I need to act natural. We can move past this like nothing's happened.
I slowly climb the staircase towards his room, my heart pounding. I approach his door slowly and raise my hands to knock on the door. Before my hand descends on the door, I hear his muffled groans.
I stand frozen.
Is he?
Right now?
Naked? Is he stroking that massive cock?
My head tells me to flee; this is dangerous; I have to get away, I have to leave.
But.....
My throbbing vulva is louder; she's curious; she has to know if he's responsible for giving her the best sex in years. I clench my thighs, hoping to push away my lust, but the need is too strong.
And before I can think, I twist the knob, unlock the door and step into his room.
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