My Best Friend's Father

Chapter 3 A Familiar Scent

　　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 s*x-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 s*x.

　　I do like random strangers f*****g 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 m**********n 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.