All Chapters of My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

GiovanniIf you had asked me six months ago whether I thought I’d fall in love again, I would have said no. I didn’t believe any love could compare to my first, and I wasn’t interested in trying to find one, no matter how much Gianna pressed me to meet someone. I was content with my bachelor lifestyle and believed it would stay that way. Then she slipped into my bed and my heart. Now I can’t imagine a life without her in it. A life without loving her, kissing her, and making love to her is something I don’t want to experience—not after we’ve found each other. I look down at her as she lies naked beneath me, smiling. I press a kiss on her lips, then another, and another, until we find a rhythm, and now we’re making out. I sigh as we melt into each other; nothing could be as perfect as this moment. Once the kiss breaks, I hover over her, my lips barely grazing hers as I stare into her eyes. She meets my gaze with a look filled with both love and lust: my fenice, the love of my life.“I l

Ring, ring, ring.I grab my phone, thinking it’s her calling back, but when I see the name, it’s William. I frown and pick up.“What?”“Is that how you greet your best friend? I’m hurt.”“Best friend? How many best friends do you know who try to sleep with their friend’s woman?”“Quite a few.”“Goodbye.” He laughs.“Chill, I’ve moved on from Brandi.”“Then why are you calling her about your new spot?”“Because she’s good at what she does—great, actually. I wanted a similar vibe, so I called her. You can relax. I know she only wants your old ass.” I frown, not fully buying his answer but deciding to let it slide since I want to ask about the search for that woman.“I’ll trust you, but if she tells me otherwise, I’ll shoot you. Now tell me, did you contact her?” He laughs.“Bros before h—you know what, I value my life too much. About the woman, I reached out; that’s why I’m calling. She’s at my spot as we speak.” I sit up.“She is? Why didn’t you tell me?” I stand, slip on my shoes, and

BrandiI pull up, hop out of the car, and make my way to the door. After pressing the doorbell, Carina finally opens it.“Hey, Brandi.”“Where is he?” She steps aside.“He fell asleep, so maybe you can leave him until tomorrow.” I ignore her and head into the living room, where he’s lying on the couch. At least he’s fully dressed and not in her bed, but I’m still pissed. What if he hadn’t called me? What would they be doing? I clench my fist as I call out to him.“Giovanni!” I shout. I’m furious, but I know I have to stay calm, or I’ll end up killing both him and her.“Giovanni, get up!” He doesn’t budge.“He’s out. Why don’t you both sleep here?” she suggests. I frown, move closer to him, and punch his arm, jolting him awake.“What?” He sits up and looks around.“See, he’s up. We’ll be on our way, but thanks for the offer.”“Fenice—fenice, is that you?” He staggers to his feet and wraps his arms around me. Normally, I’d be thrilled to be in his arms after a week apart, but right now,

ColeI stare at the house for a second as I contemplate whether I should turn back. I’ve been sitting here for the last twenty minutes, and although I have to do this, I always promised myself I wouldn’t enter this place again. It’s filled with so many horrible memories I wish I could bury—memories of her abuse and my inability to protect her all those years ago. Her smile pops into my head, and I can’t help the joy and peace it brings me. I never thought I would be lucky enough to see that smile again. After that night, I ran away because I couldn’t face her. I couldn’t face the hatred that would be in her eyes when she looked at me. But she smiled at me. She doesn’t hate me. She doesn’t love you anymore, either, a voice says in my head, crushing the joy I felt earlier. That’s right; she doesn’t love me. She’s in love with someone else. I am happy she found love, and from how he acts, it’s clear he loves her, too. I am happy for her. Or I want to be happy for her.But I still want her

Brandi“Tell me if your foot hurts,” he says for the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes. It’s been three days since I twisted my ankle. It feels much better, but he’s been acting like I’m going to break whenever I try to walk around. He treats me like his most precious possession, carrying me everywhere in his arms. It’s been both sweet and annoying.“We should probably head back now.”“Bambino, I’m fine, look.” I jump up and down to show him my ankle is fine, but his face looks like he’s having a heart attack as he runs over to me.“Be careful, Fenice! Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”“Tesoro, stop worrying. It doesn’t hurt.”“I know I’m being overly cautious—”Ring, ring, ring.He stops and pulls his phone from his pocket, glancing at it.“Sorry, I have to take this. I’ll be over there. Don’t run off and get yourself injured.”“I’m not a baby,” I pout. He smiles and kisses my lips.“I know; you’re my precious wife.” I blush as he kisses me quickly, then answers the phone and