All Chapters of My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Gianna3 Hours AgoI take a sip of my latte and glance at the petite blonde as she rubs her stomach. Emily looks adorable with her protruding belly. Would I look like that pregnant? I’m just as tiny as her, so I probably would, but I’m not in a rush to find out. Although I’m sure Carlos would make a great dad—unlike my own. I frown and push thoughts of him away.“Gianna, earth to Gianna!”“Huh?” I shift my eyes to Macy, another friend having lunch with us.“Are you coming with us to the registry?”“For the baby?”“Yes, what else could it be? You’re as bird-brained now as you were back then,” she snaps. I take a deep breath. It’s the third time she’s made a remark like this today, and my patience is wearing thin.“I’m the one who’s dumb, but I passed the MCAT on the first try, unlike you,” I mumble under my breath.“What was that?”“Nothing. Of course I’ll go with you.” I inhale and take another sip of my latte. Emily, Macy, and I are med students who went to med school together. We roo

BrandiI turn the pipe off, grab a towel, and step out of the shower. Then I dry off, head to the vanity, and take a seat. Tes set it up for me a week ago and bought all my favorite items. He’s the best; I sigh as I grab the blow dryer. As I’m about to turn it on, I catch the dark circles under my eyes that have appeared because of my lack of sleep since Gianna O.D.’ed. It’s been a couple of days since then, but I can’t help thinking there’s more to the story than she’s telling us. My gut tells me it wasn’t an accident, but I don’t want to worry Tes without proof. The “what if” of it all keeps me up at night. What if I’m right? And my most fearful thought: What if it happens again, and she doesn’t make it next time? That would crush me and destroy him, so I want to help her if I can. But from the looks she’s given me the couple of times we’ve seen each other around the house, I can tell she has no interest in rekindling our friendship. Still, I’d feel better if someone monitored her, j

“Fenice.” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it. I should call her Brandi, not Fenice; we aren’t together. She cheated and broke my heart. I’ve thought about this exact moment many times—seeing her again. I wondered how it would happen, how I’d feel, and what I’d say to someone who broke my heart. But now that it’s here, all I want to do is take her in my arms and kiss her. I’m pathetic. I frown as I stare at her. My heart drums in my chest as her familiar scent envelops me, bringing a peace that has escaped me these last couple of weeks.“Excuse me, are you getting in or out?” A man comes up behind her and says.“Oh, sorry,” she says and steps aside to allow him to get on while I step off.“I should…” She looks around as if she’s confused. “I should go.” She turns to leave. No, she can’t leave. Stop her, a voice says, and without hesitation, I follow, grabbing her hand.“Wait,” I say. She stops and turns to face me, but she looks away as soon as our eyes meet.“G said you were

GiovanniThe early sounds of morning break the silence that’s permeated the room since she fell asleep on top of me. We made love for hours after getting back to her hotel room, and then she passed out, exhausted. I haven’t been able to sleep because I’m afraid she might disappear. So I’ve spent the last six hours watching her sleep.I smile as I remember the warmth of her kisses and touch from earlier. I’ve missed her so much that one look at her in that red dress at the bar made all thoughts of reason leave the room. Even now, I crave her. I want to be buried deep within her, but I know I need to focus on my reason for being here. After all, I came for the truth.After leaving Gia’s apartment, I spent the rest of the night asking questions I hadn’t asked when she ended things. I didn’t look into where she’d been. I didn’t ask how she met Cole after all this time, and I never questioned her saying she didn’t love me. I was too angry, too hurt, and I didn’t think about it. I didn’t wan

GiaI frown as I see the missed calls from Brandi. She’s called me five times today, but unless she’s going to keep her promise, I don’t want to speak to her. I shove my phone into my purse and slip out of my car. It’s been a long day, and I want to enjoy a nice bubble bath and forget about it.I spin, suddenly feeling someone behind me, and breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s only Dad.“Papi, you scared me.”“What did you say to Fenice?”“What?” Oh, he’s talking about Brandi. Of course, it’s about her. I roll my eyes.“I haven’t spoken to her all day, but is that your reason for showing up here?”“At the hospital, when I went to get the doctors, what did you say to her?” My heart sinks. Did she tell him? No, if she had, he wouldn’t be asking. She was probably still crying those fake tears, and he saw them.“I told her to get better soon,” I say innocently, hoping he’ll accept it and change the subject.“Are you going to lie to me about this, too?” What does he mean by that?I spi