Claimed by my Best Friend's Alpha Father

Chapter 5: Azalea

I kicked off my shoes when I got home as soon as I entered the door into the too quiet of a entry way. I sighed and wiped my eyes. I was beat and ready for a hot shower and my favorite fuzzy red pj set with black and white skulls. I stretched before heading up the large curved staircase.

The wind howled, and the sounds of rain pitter pattered as it hit the windowpanes. When I got to the bathroom en suite, I peeled off the fabric from my body and took down my hair. My jewelry followed suit, and I placed them down on the built in vanity. The tile was cool against the bare bottoms of my feet.

“I need to f*****g turn up the heat or imma freeze my ass off after I get out of the warm shower.”

I picked up my phone and used my app to turn up the heat before starting up the shower. I tested the water, and a heavy sigh escaped past my lips. It was the perfect temperature for how the day had ended, being chilly and overcast before the winds and rain started to pick up.

I washed my hair and skin meticulously. Followed by my rinsing my body off. My index and middle finger slid up into my p***y, and I moaned out Dante’s name. I slid my fingers in and out, my pacing quickened with every pass.

I moaned louder as my back hit the stone wall and the waterfall shower head sprayed directly down my chest and abdomen. I rolled my hips into my hand seeking more friction, but it wasn’t the same friction I’ve been longing for four years. My eyes fluttered shut as I hissed out.

“F-f**k so f-f*****g close! Nah ahh. Yeah, Dante harder… f**k me harder!” I screamed out breathlessly.”

I came hard all down my fingers. The slickness for my release and the water made it drip down the back of my hand and my palm. I was panting hard as I willed my body to recuperate. My knees wobbled as I pushed myself off the wall.

“f**k!” I yelped when I almost slipped on the wet stone floor.”That wouldn’t have been good if I cracked my skull open after working at the company for one damned day.” I laughed as I dried myself off. “Could you imagine? Oh my gods, shortest employment in the whole entirety of the company.”

I finished drying off and put on my fuzzy shorts and tank top set. I slid on my black faux fur slippers and made my way to the bed to sleep the night away. I curled up underneath the covers after lighting a stick of sage incense.

I was running late. I missed my f*****g alarm, and the traffic was s**t. Today marked seven days with the company, and Ira was so excited about it that she and her father were throwing me a celebration brunch, and I was already thirty minutes late.

When I opened their front door, it was too quiet for their house. It almost reminded me of my house. My boots hit the floor, making soft thudding noises against the tile.

“Hello! Sorry, I’m late! I hope you guys didn’t decide to uh leave without locking the front door!”

I rounded the corner, and Ira jumped out of the small alcove behind the stairs where we used to build forts when we were kids. I screamed and jumped back, almost falling before two large hands caught me. I looked up, and there was Dante, one of his hands on my lower back and one gripped tightly on my hips.

“Uh, thanks, Mr. Valenti.”

Ira was giggling and shaking her head. “Oh my, you almost fell flat on your ass! Good catch dad!”

Dante helped set me up right, and I pulled down my black and red plaid mini skirt. “That wasn’t funny, Ira, what if I had had a heart attack!”

She wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You would’ve been fine, stop being so dramatic.”

I hear chuckling coming from behind me, and I spun around. “You to Mr. Valenti!”

He covered his mouth with his fist and shook his head. “I mean, it was a little bit funny.”

“Oh, so this is where you get your crappy sense of humor from, huh, Ira?”

Ira nodded. “The one and only!” She smirked. Now, come on! Let’s eat the brunch dad made before it really does go cold.”

“Oh, what did you make this time?”

“Cornetti & Maritozz, Bruschetta, Frittatas, and cocktails, or if you’d rather have coffee, I made some as well.”

“That sounds amazing, thank you. I hope Ira helped.”

Ira stuck her tongue out at me. “You know I can’t cook, I f*****g burn water!”

I smirked and shrugged. “Yeah, maybe, but what if you get a traditional husband who expects you to cook?”

“Then I’m secretly getting takeout every night and pretending I cooked it.”

“Cheater!” I teased as she pulled me into the eat in kitchen.

“It’s not cheating its lying, get it straight, knucklehead.”

I rolled my eyes and started plating some food. “Yeah? I guess you’re right, but still. I think you could learn some simple dishes. I had to after my parents passed away.”

Dante follows behind me, and I could see out of the corner of my eye him shaking his head. “Okay, that’s enough, you too. Let’s just eat and worry about the future for later?”

“Yeah, I guess. Oh, Ira, mentioning future guess who’s got a date?”

“I don’t know who?”

“Me! I met him on a dating app.”

Ira almost tripped over the chair. “You’re kidding! Really, what does he do, and does he have a twin brother?”

“He’s a bouncer at some high-end fancy nightclub. I don’t think he has a brother, though. However, my date is ex-military. You know I love a man in uniform.”

I sat down and took a bite of one of the dishes Dante made. I saw him tense when I mentioned my date, and I raised a brow. “You good, Mr. Valenti?” He nodded, and I shrugged. “If you say so…”