Brandi's POV

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 tasted it. 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 and nod, then 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 will 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?"

"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 hardening.

"Rough night?" Mr. C turns to me and asks.

"Huh?"

"You said you were sleeping before you came over, so I was asking you 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 my thighs.

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 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 ok? 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 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 hearts start beating rapidly.

Mr.Caputo is wearing that, is it just a coincidence, or did I have sex with my best friend's father?

Brandi's POV

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 ensure both my cousin's names were on that list, but not Giovanni Caputo.

The color drains from my face as the possibility settles, my heart pounds loudly in my chest. Could I have slept with Mr.Caputo?

I clench my thighs together like 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 Fuck 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 with 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 up.

"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. Fucking 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 is still time." He laughs and walks away; I follow him a safe distance away, my vagina still conditioned to moisten each time I got a whiff of that cologne. We arrive at the dining room.

"B, are you ok?"

"She's ok. 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're 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 fucking 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; I 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 calms.

"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 parties.

"He's lying what business meeting runs until 4:00 am.. com on Papi tell us who she is." Brandi whines.

"It was really just a meeting." He says but 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; 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, Babe girl." He replies, and I really hope it's true for both of our sake, but something deep down is telling me, well, my throbbing vagina 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 have been so out of touch; I don't know who's 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 she mentioned, but the moisture between my thighs distracts me.

"I told you about him last week; we meet 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, he 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, 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 now everyone around her has to be too." Mr.C chimes 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 reserve and calm, but you've been acting nervous and jittery all night. Is something wrong?" Other than I may have bed 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.

"Hmmm, ok, 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 are you 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 meant anyone that 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 flight out of his chair.

"Okay, I've heard enough. I'm leaving."

"Papi" He grabs the bottle of wine and heads out 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 have done more than my share of getting his groove back.

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.