Chapter 1 Chapter One, Yes or No

My eyes snap open at 7:00 am sharp, as usual. I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s 7. I’ve been waking like this long enough to trust my body’s internal clock. I pull the comforter off me, slip out of bed, and begin my daily routine by making my bed. Pillows perfectly aligned, sheets pulled tight, and comforter folded just right. I nod when I see the finished outcome. I walk to my bathroom for the next part of my routine: brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I grab the outfit I put together last night and get dressed. Hair and makeup are last on the list; I complete my look with a high ponytail, light makeup, and nod approving my work. By now, it’s 7:30 am. I walk to my kitchen; the coffee machine turns on every morning at 7:25 am, so my coffee is ready by the time I get there. I pour myself a cup in my usual mug, add sugar and a bit of cream, and then I stand by the counter and sip it. “I have to visit grandma today,” I note to myself as I take another sip of my coffee. I smile. It’s been a month since I’ve seen her. I’ve been too busy finishing the Klein hotel project. I’m an interior decorator, mostly doing hotels and corporate buildings. I worked for a huge firm for the first four years after college. I started Marshall’s Design two years ago, and it’s been doing quite well, thanks to my connections with Gianna and her father, who is a real estate investor. I finish the last drop of my coffee, take a sponge and a drop of dish soap, wash the mug, and put it in the dishwasher to dry. I make my way to the living room, grab my keys, and head for the door. The drive to my office is the same as usual—mundane but pleasant. Once I get to my building, I scan my ID, nod to the receptionist, and make my way to the elevator. The door opens on my floor; I share the floor with a dental and a law office. I walk to the door and pull it open. Amber, a cute little redhead, my assistant and fellow designer, comes running up to me. “You’re here! Mr. Fennuchi called; he’s worried about the budget for his office. The statues are over 500k, and he’s complaining...I don’t know what to do. This is what he asked for...He asked for three of them...” I step in and close the door; this is her first solo design project, so she’s a little frazzled, as can be expected. I was probably like that my first time. I walk to my office, and she follows, still rambling. I enter, place my handbag on my desk, and turn to her. “Amber, first thing,” I say, and she stops and turns to me. “Huh?”“Take a deep breath.” She stops, then inhales and exhales. “Okay, Mr. Fennuchi is a fusspot, but he knows what he is asking for isn’t cheap. You have to be firm with him and show him the value.”“But...” she begins, and I know when she gets like this, she is hard to calm. “But nothing. Do you trust your vision?” She nods, which makes me smile. “Then finish your work.”“He’s worried that it’s not you. He wants you to meet him for lunch.” I frown; that man has been nothing short of annoying since we signed the contract. “Fine, set a meeting at Luciano’s at noon today.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”“No need to thank me. I believe in you, so I’ll be telling him to trust you or find another company. I will not have my employee's work quality questioned.”“I have the best boss in the whole world,” she says before she hugs me. “That you do. Do I have any other meetings today?”“No, no meetings for the rest of the day.”“Great, I’ll visit my grandmother after lunch. Call me if something comes up.” She nods, then turns to leave. I spend the next couple of hours working on room designs for a new hotel I just commissioned. The new owners are young and loaded, so there isn’t a cap on the budget. These projects are my favorite when I can let my creative energy flow without restrictions. After completing the outline, I glance at the clock—it’s 11:40 am; I need to leave if I’m going to make it downtown by noon. I grab my purse and quickly make it out of the building. After a 15-minute drive, I pull up to Luciano’s Italian fine dining. I walk through the door; the Maitre D greets me. “Ms. Marshall, who are you meeting today?”“Fennuchi, party of two.” He smiles at me and then leans in to check his guest book. “Ah yes, Mr. Fennuchi is already waiting; follow me.”“How’s Joan and the baby?” I ask as I follow him. I designed his wife’s nursery, one of the few residential projects I take on each year. “They are lovely; thank you again for agreeing to complete the nursery. Joan loves it.”“It was my pleasure doing it; thanks for asking me.”“You are too humble, Ms. Marshall. Here’s your table,” he says with a grin as he turns to leave, but my smile quickly falls when I turn to face the smiling old man before me. “Mr. Fennuchi...” I mumble bitterly as he quickly gets up to pull out my chair. I push him away as gently as I can and frown. “Thank you, but I’m fine.” I quickly take a seat, and he follows suit. “So, Mr. Fen...”“Call me Aldo,” he instructs with a grimy smile. I already know where this is probably heading, but I’m praying that I’m wrong. “Mr. Fennuchi, I don’t believe that’s appropriate; this is strictly a business relationship.”“You’re no fun,” he chuckles lightly as I try my best not to roll my eyes. “I’m not here for fun; I’m here for business. So, you have an issue with how much Ms. Phillips is spending?” He waves his hands, signaling the end of that topic. “Who cares about the budget? I’m rich.” I grit my teeth, my annoyance growing with every word. “You care, isn’t that why I’m here?” He frowns as if I’ve insulted him, but his frown quickly turns into a smile. “No, I wanted to have lunch with the prettiest gal in Texas.” I squeeze the glass of water I just took in my hands. “You wanted to have lunch with the prettiest gal in Texas?” I feel my anger rising, but I’m doing my best to hold it in. “Yes,” he reaches across the table to squeeze my hand, but I quickly move it out of his reach and rise to my feet. “Mr. Fennuchi, the only service my company provides is interior design. I do not entertain my clients and certainly do not have personal time with them. If you are under the impression that I’m a perk that comes with the contract, let me clear it up for you. I am not. If you want to continue working with us, please contact Ms. Phillips. If you do not, please pay the 20% cancellation f*e, per the contract.”“Wait a minute. You can’t be serious.”“Oh, but I am. Good day, Mr. Fennuchi.” I turn on my heels and leave. I sigh disappointedly but not surprisingly. I have met my fair share of men like that who only see women as potential lays. “Leaving so soon?” Steven asks as I approach him. “Yes, the company was rather draining; I’ll see you next time, Steven. Please give my best to Joan.”“I will,” he says with a smile. I wave goodbye to him and head for the door. I walk out of the restaurant and make my way to the car. I check the time on my watch; a minute after twelve. I might as well visit grandma now. The drive over to the old folks' home takes about an hour. I arrive and head to the door, greeting the friendly receptionist I’ve come to know during my visits. “Brandi, good to see you; Mrs. Willows will be so happy.”“Hey Abbey, sorry I haven’t been here in a couple of weeks. Work has been busy.”“It’s fine; you’re here now.”“How is she?”“Doing great; she’s even started knitting.”“Really? She used to knit when I was younger, so maybe she remembers.” She smiles sheepishly at my hopeful face. “Okay, I’ll go take a look,” I reply, a bit disappointed. She nods and waves. I make my way down the hallway and take the elevator to her floor. I knock on the door gently, but it doesn’t make a difference. Grandma doesn’t answer; she never does. She has Alzheimer’s and doesn’t remember who I am, although she calls me by my mother’s name—her daughter-in-law. I open the door slowly and enter the room, spotting her sitting before the television, knitting. “Grandma,” I say with a smile, approaching her. “Grandma,” I repeat, which makes her finally look at me. She eyes me for a moment and squints as if she is trying to recall, but after a couple of seconds, she gives up and returns her attention to knitting. I sigh; she’s still the same. I always hope that she will return to her previous self one day, but I should accept it. Grandma raised me when my parents passed in a house fire when I was 13. While I suffered a lot in that house, none of it was due to grandma, who tried her best. She started showing signs of Alzheimer’s disease three years ago. My family decided they would rather stick her in a home than deal with her. Well, I’m no better than them since I’m too busy to take care of her. “I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting, Gran; I’ll make sure to come out every week from now on.” She doesn’t respond to my words. I sigh and walk over to the window and open it. “How about we let some air in, grandma? Much better.” I walk over to her, admiring her handiwork. From the looks of it, she’s making a scarf. I lean in closer. “Can you show me?” I ask, taking it from her; she grabs it quickly. “No!!”“Grandma, it’s me.”“No,” she screams, then returns to her work. I sigh and head back to the window. I stare out at the beautiful landscape for a couple of minutes when my phone suddenly buzzes—that familiar tone that makes me moist between my thighs. I shuffle quickly to grab my bag, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Tomorrow at 11 pm Klein hotel at the rim Rules No eyes No talking No names Rsvp yes or no.” I read the text from the anonymous number. A single smile flashes on my face as I reply. “Yes.”

Chapter 2 Chapter 2- Did I?

I’m sitting in a dark room, naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to—no sight, no sound, for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beats rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible lover based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight. I bite my lips as I imagine a stranger fucking me brutally hard; it almost makes me cum. I wiggle my hips gently, trying to calm my pulsating vulva as the anticipation builds. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and then closing echoes through the room. It’s followed by the sound of his shoes clipping the ground, which sends waves of moisture flooding my thighs as my core gets more excited the closer he gets. The sound stops right before me. How does he know where the bed is? How often does he do this to navigate the dark so easily? Good, I’m not getting an amateur; a pro like him would be certain to milk my core for every last drop. I grind my hips as his hand finds my thighs; he slowly makes his way up to my wet, hot core. He parts my lips and dips his finger in, and a moan escapes my lips. One finger eases into me slowly, then starts pumping faster and faster. Fuck yes, right there , I moan softly as his lips capture my nipple, pulling hard and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of me. His lips move from one nipple to the other for a dual assault; I moan, unable to scream. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me fervently, biting my lips and sucking on them while his finger still assaults my vagina. He pulls his lips and finger away suddenly, and I’m left hot and achy, grinding my hips on the bed. I’m breathless; my vulva is throbbing; I want him to fuck me so badly. I would be begging right now if I were allowed to talk. I’m almost at my limit, about to break the no self-touch rule, when he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs apart. I feel his tongue hit my wet, hot core. Another moan escapes my lips as I grind my hips toward his mouth. He grabs my waist firmly, as if warning me not to move. I stop thrusting my hips as his tongue slips into my hot center. His skills are truly top-notch because I want to cum so fucking bad while he teases and sucks my clit. I’m aching with pleasure as he continues to suck. Fuck, I’m about to cum , I think, but he stops. I’m panting. Why did he stop? I want to protest but know I can’t. I move my hands nimbly, hoping to relieve myself of my pent-up climax, but he snatches them. Then he wraps something around them and ties them up. I struggle to get free but can’t. He pushes me gently on my chest to lie down, then I feel his body over me. He opens my legs and settles between them. Then he puts the head of his cock right at my entrance. I move my hips, hoping to cause friction, but again, he holds them firmly in place. He slowly puts the tip in. Fuck, he’s huge. I try to relax my muscles to take him all in. One stroke from his massive cock is all it takes to send me over the edge. I twist and tremble as a massive orgasm ripples through my body. I feel myself tightening around his cock as it comes to a pulsating close. But that was only the beginning; he starts moving slowly, then hard and fast. I twist with pleasure as my core soaks his shaft over and over. He flips me over, puts me on all fours, then enters me from behind; I gasp again. I’ll never get used to this cock—it’s massive, and unlike some men, he knows how to use it. We fuck for hours in multiple positions, coming numerous times. When he’s done with me, I’m ass-up on the bed, wrecked but delighted. I grab my bag and run out of the house; I’m running late to my weekly family dinner at Gianna’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’ll be much later. I pull my phone from my bag and text Gianna. “ G, I’m running a bit late. Be there in twenty minutes. ” She responds immediately. “ That’s fine; Papi burnt the marinara 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 start 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 whom she gave her virginity. I lost my virginity to my cousin when he forced himself on me after 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 for a couple of hours after 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, 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. Caputo 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; visited 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’s 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 marinara stains on it, but he’s still handsome. Fortunately, I find him a tad bit vanilla for my taste, so I never tried jumping into 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. I make my way through the house into the kitchen. “You’re finally here, help!” Gianna pouts, standing beside the pot. I usually cook for our Sunday dinners, but they make some pasta dishes whenever I’m running late, which almost always goes wrong. I chuckle, then take the spoon from her hands, dip it, and have a taste. I grab some oregano, pepper, and salt and dash a couple of shakes of each in. “How’s the life, Dr. Caputo?” She is a first-year med resident. We both wanted to be doctors when we were young, but after my first time passing out after seeing blood, I decided it wasn’t for me. Now I live vicariously through her. “I’m not a doctor yet; I’m a doctor in training. It’s hard… but rewarding. The eye candy is quite good.”“I ask you about work, and you steer it back to boys. For you to only ever have one boyfriend, being this boy-crazy, I think you’re probably lying to me.”“Hey, I’m just admiring the merchandise; it doesn’t mean I’m buying.” I chuckle and taste the sauce again, then nod and put the spoon at her mouth to taste it; she gives me two thumbs up. “How’ve you been?”“Good, I visited grandma.”“Did she?...” I shake my head, knowing the question. “Ah. We should visit her together. I’ll go with you when I’m free. Whenever that is...”“She would like that,” I reply with a smile, though I know she probably won’t remember her either. “So, any new man in your life?” She always knows when to change the subject. My vagina throbs at the mention of a new man. Yeah, someone fucked me so good I think I could die today and be happy. However, I can’t tell her that. I can’t explain why I don’t know his name, his face, or even the sound of his voice. “I met some guy at a bar.” I lie because I know she won’t let it go until I tell her something. “Ohh, did he ask you out?”“Not quite,” I say. “What does that mean? Either he asked you out, or he didn’t.”“He did,” I relent. “Are you going?” I’m cumming, or should I say I came. I chuckle at my naughty thoughts. “Huh?”“Ah…I don’t know, maybe. Come on, help me plate the dishes; if you’re going to ask me 20 questions, you can at least help.” I say, desperately trying to change the topic. “Hey, I held down the fort while you did whatever you were doing that made you late; I’m the reason Papi didn’t burn down the kitchen.”“I slept in.” I mean, after a night like that, I needed to sleep in. “Papi takes great offense to that...” Mr. Caputo appears with a bottle of wine, looking like his normal gorgeous self. “Papi, I’m only telling the truth; you taught me not to lie.” He chuckles as he walks past me; I get a whiff of the scent from earlier—this time, it’s much stronger. I feel my walls clenching as my panties moisten and my nipples harden. “Rough night?” Mr. C turns to me and asks. “Huh?”“You said you were sleeping before you came over, so I was asking if you had a rough night?”“Ah, yeah, went out to the bar and came back late.”“The lifestyle of the young. I wish I were 26 again.” He replies with a grin. He laughs, but his smell is too intoxicating, and I find myself clenching my thighs as the heat continues to build between them. What is this? Why am I reacting to his cologne? We walk to the table with dishes in hand, and I sit like I always do beside Gianna and across from Mr. Caputo. We usually have the sweetest time telling jokes and recapping our week; however, today, it’s hard to concentrate and follow the conversation. Every time I smell it, my panties get wetter, and my pussy throbs uncontrollably. Gianna and Mr. C are talking, but I can only think of my wet panties and that cologne. I close my eyes as I try to ignore the heat building in my body. “B… B!” My eyes snap open. “Huh? Are you okay? You don’t look too good. It wasn’t Papi’s food, was it?”“Hey, I’ve never poisoned anyone.”“Oh no, I think I ate some bad food yesterday. I have to go to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.” I stand slowly, clenching my thighs; I walk to the first floor and slip into the guest bathroom. Happy to be away from that smell. What is it about it? The memory of last night pops into my mind—that man, when he stood before my bed. He was wearing that cologne, and even as he fucked me, I could smell it, although it grew faint the longer we had sex. My heart starts beating rapidly. Mr. Caputo is wearing that. Is it just a coincidence, or did I have sex with my best friend’s father?

Chapter 3 Chapter 3- Help Papi Get his Grove Back

We provide a list when we sign up for this. It’s a list of names of your family and friends, so you are never matched with them. I ensured both my cousins' names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo. The color drains from my face as the possibility settles in, and my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr. Caputo? I clench my thighs together as last night flashes in my mind. No, no, it’s not him; it can’t be him. Mr. C is goofy and corny; I imagine sex with him would be sweet and romantic. Last night was not sweet, nor was it romantic. Mr. C can’t possibly f*k like that, can he? My core moistens the more I think of last night. I grip the sink. “Stop it; it’s not him; it’s just a coincidence.” I jump at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “Brandi, are you alright?” My core throbs at just the sound of his voice. Stop it, Brandi, it isn’t him. This is Mr. C, G’s father; you are not attracted to him. He is off-limits. “Brandi?” I inhale and exhale, then walk to the door and open it. “I’m…” The smell hits me again, and the memory of me spread wide comes to mind, sending waves of moisture between my thighs. “Bra…” I bite my lips and shake it away. “I’m fine, Mr. C. I’ll be right there.” He smiles at me and pats my head. See, he doesn’t even see me as a woman; he wouldn’t. Well, if it’s him, he probably doesn’t know it’s me. Shit, what would he think? His daughter’s best friend, a part of that world—f ing any unknown men in hotel rooms to get my kicks off? How would he feel about me and Gigi’s friendship if he knew how much I enjoyed being defiled?“Glad I didn’t poison you.”“Well, there’s still time.” He laughs and walks away; I follow him at a safe distance, my body still conditioned to react each time I catch a whiff of that cologne. We arrive at the dining room. “B, are you okay?”“She’s okay. It wasn’t my food,” Giovanni replies, grinning as he takes a seat at the table. “I asked Brandi, Papi, not you.” I take my seat and plaster a big smile on my face, hoping to hide my growing lust. “I’m fine, G. Stop badgering your dad. Now, what were you guys talking about while I was gone?”“Dad may have a girlfriend.”“Oh…” I reply, trying to act nonchalant, but secretly I’m relieved. If he has a girlfriend, then he probably wasn’t the one f***ing me last night. “That’s great, Mr. C. How long have you two been dating?”“I do not have a girlfriend.”“Then why were you out until 4:00 am last night, sneaking in?” 4:00 am? I choke on my drink and cough uncontrollably. I was a bit out of it, but I’m sure the man from last night left after 3 in the morning. “Brandi!” Mr. C jumps up; I hold up a finger as my coughing subsides. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” I take my glass of water and drink it, hands shaking; I’m a nervous wreck. It was the early hours of the morning when that man left; I don’t know the exact time since I didn’t have a clock. Shit, shit, shit, my heart pounds in my chest. “You were out all night?” I finally manage to get some words out. “A business meeting.”“Oh.” I hope it was a business meeting and not a meeting between our private parts. “He’s lying. What business meeting runs until 4:00 am? Come on, Papi, tell us who she is,” Gianna whines. “It was really just a meeting,” he says, but it doesn’t sound convincing. Shit, I need to know the truth because this is driving me crazy. “Mr. C, that’s a nice cologne. Is it new?”“Gianna got it for my birthday last month. Do you like it?” I swallow hard as I nod my head, pouring myself another glass of water; I drink it and pour another. “It’s nice.”“See, Dad, I told you. I had to force him to wear it yesterday. Now everyone has been giving him compliments. I bet that woman you met last night liked it. Come on, tell me who she is.”“I didn’t meet anyone, baby girl,” he replies, and I really hope it’s true—for both of our sakes. But something deep down is telling me, well, my throbbing core is telling me, it is not. “Fine, don’t tell me. I won’t tell you about Carlos,” Gianna replies, pouting. Carlos? Who is Carlos? I wonder. I’ve been so out of touch; I don’t even know who she’s dating. “Who is Carlos?” She glares at me and scowls; from that look, I can tell she did tell me about him. Okay, think, Brandi, think. Which guy did she mention? But the moisture between my thighs distracts me. “I told you about him last week; we met at lunch.” Her mentioning this reminds me of the guy she told me about. “Oh, the food truck guy? I didn’t know it had become more than a cute doctor you met at lunch.”“Well, it has; he’s become very important to me. I’m in love.” I roll my eyes and take another sip. She falls in love every three months. I can’t keep up with her. “It’s been a week, G.”“It was love at first sight.”“You said that about Troy…”“Well…”“And Bradley. And Nicholas.”“Why are you bringing up the past, B? Just support your bestie and her new love. Plus, he has a cute friend.” I groan. I knew this was coming. “She’s been insufferable all week; she’s in love, so now everyone around her has to be too,” Mr. C chimes in and chuckles when he sees my face. “Hey, I want you guys to be happy. Dad, it’s been 10 years since Mom, and I’ve never seen you with another woman. When was the last time you, you know…? If you were actually at a business meeting last night…” I choke on my drink again; G knocks my back. “Brandi, what is with you today?” I stop coughing as I furrow my brows. “Huh?”“You’re usually reserved and calm, but you’ve been acting nervous and jittery all night. Is something wrong?” Other than the fact that I may have slept with your father, everything is peachy. But I can’t say that, so instead, I take another sip more slowly. “Uh, long night last night.” My eyes lock on Mr. C, which makes my core throb again. Oh man, this isn’t good. Luckily, Gianna doesn’t notice me lusting after her Papi and smiles. “Hmm, okay. Get some rest when you get home.” I nod, stuffing my mouth with more food as she turns to him. “Papi.”“One second.” He pours himself a full glass and downs it all at once. “Papi, stop being dramatic. I’m simply asking when you’re going to get a girlfriend. It’s been years since Mom.”“I know, sweetie, but your mom was one of a kind. I haven’t met anyone who can take her place.” I smile at his words. This is the Mr. C I know—the sweet widow who is a great father. He couldn’t be the one who was so skillfully dipping his tongue in my honey pot last night. I moan softly at the thought, then look up nervously, wondering if they heard me, but luckily, they did not. “What’s your type? Maybe me and B…”“Leave me out of this.” I have no interest in Mr. C’s sex life, other than possibly being the last person he had sex with. I groan as Mr. C mouths thank you and Gianna scowls at me. “Come on, B, let’s help Papi get his groove back. Sex is necessary…” she begins, which makes Mr. C bolt out of his chair. “Okay, I’ve heard enough. I’m leaving.”“Papi!” He grabs the bottle of wine and heads out of the room. “He’s so uptight; I’m just trying to help.” I stuff my mouth full of pasta to avoid any conversation. If Mr. C is the same man from last night, I’ve done more than my share of getting his groove back.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4- Caught

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’m glad he isn’t here; I don’t need the 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 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 as she sniffs 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 an 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 to 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 look up. 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. I scan the room; he’s on the bed. My eyes move up his body slowly. His eyes are closed, the jeans he had on earlier are tossed to the side. His cock is in his hands, and what a massive cock it is. My core heats up as he moans and starts stroking faster. The need to touch him is overwhelming, but I stay planted where I am, watching him pleasure himself. My nipples harden while my core is throbbing like crazy, but I don’t dare to move and ruin the moment. After a few more strokes, he jerks a little and grunts. A grunt I’m familiar with; I’ve heard it at least six times between last night and this morning. The cologne, his cock, the sound—I have no doubt in my mind it’s him. Shit, I fucked Gianna’s father, and from the way my body is reacting to him masturbating, I clearly want to fuck him again. Was he thinking about me as he stroked that massive cock? No, I can’t do this. She’s my best friend. She made it clear it would not be okay. I toss the envelope on the chair and back out of the room slowly, close the door behind me, and jog down the stairs. Once I’m on the last steps, I stop running and catch my breath. I straighten my clothes and walk calmly to the living room. I can’t let Gianna see how rattled I am. “Did you give it to him? I thought you were going to spend some time with him.” No, he gave it to me multiple times last night. I groan now. Even innocent words like this remind me of her father fucking my brains out last night. “B?”“Uhh, Mr. C was busy, and since you have your boyfriend, I’m just going to head home.”“Really? You can stay with us as long as you don’t threaten him.” I twist uncomfortably because I really need to get myself off. “That’s fine; you should spend some time with him. You’re both busy, plus I’m not feeling so hot.”“Papi’s cooking, right?” No, papa's cock. The after-image of him stroking it sends another river of moisture between my legs. I have to get out of this house. “Uh, no, just a long night. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” I grab my purse; she stands and hugs me. “Okay, text me when you get home.”“I will.”“See you later, Carlos.”“Goodbye, Brandi. I hope you feel better.”“I will.” I think once I get a dildo in me, I’ll feel a whole lot better. “Who knows, maybe next time we can double date.” I frown. What are we, in high school? Why do I have to be stuck on a date with them? “Uh...pass.”“Come on, Carly has some really cute friends.” Here she goes, trying to set me up again. I should have known it was coming once she got a boyfriend. “I don’t do cute; I like my men big and burly.”“I have some friends like that too,” Carlos replies. Can’t he take a hint? I am not interested in any of his friends. “I doubt it; see you guys later.” I have to get out of here before they marry me off. “B, you have to let us set you up. Look how happy I and my snuggle bunny are.”“Good for you, but I like my big empty bed with no man in it, so I’m not interested.”“B, come on….”“Love you, G.” I hurry towards the door before she can say another word. I have tried the men she wants me to date; their idea of kinky sex ended with some slap on my ass and eating my vagina. That kind of sex puts me to sleep. The kind of sex I wanted was... like last night. I slip into my car and sigh; what would Mr. Caputo do if he knew it was me? Would he want to have sex with me again? My vagina throbs at the thought of him slamming his cock into me again. I want him; I crave him so much I can’t even think straight right now. I need a release. I shouldn’t do this here, but I’m too horny to go anywhere else. So I ease back my seat, hike up my dress, and slip my hands between my thighs. I stroke my soaking wet slit slowly as a picture of Giovanni stroking his cock comes to mind. I take my finger and slowly enter my hot core. I moan as I remember each stroke. “Gio.” I moan softly. I’ve never called him by his first name, but I figure that I have earned the right after all the positions he had me in last night. I grind my hips as my finger sinks deeper and moves faster, but they can’t compare to his cock. “Gio, fuck me!” I scream much louder this time, feeling my climax near. I grab my breast and squeeze it as a massive orgasm ripples through me. “Gio….”“Brandi…” I spin, shocked, and Mr. C stands by my window. Shit.!!!