Page 35 of My Best Friend's Dad

Then I could make a mad dash for the door and get out of here without a single hitch. That would be perfect. I could ignore everything that yesterday had been and pretend it never happened.

But that was foolish. Escaping here wouldn’t fix anything. In fact, it would probably just make things worse. So, with a heavy sigh, I opted for the safest option and slipped out of the guest room and into Bella’s room. I headed straight into her closet.

The two of us were about the same size, so I rifled through her clothing. For a few minutes, I was dissatisfied with what I found, but I kept looking.

And then I spotted the perfect outfit.

A little white sundress.

It was so innocent and sweet looking.

Truthfully, I just wanted to feel a little less like a complete slut for what I did yesterday, and this dress would do perfectly.

I slipped the dress over my head, and it fell just right, hitting the middle of my thighs. I opened a few drawers in her dresser and found a pair of underwear. Unfortunately, Bella was a little bigger in the bra department, so I had no choice but to go braless. I grabbed a hairbrush and brushed out my long wavy hair. After a quick look in the mirror, I paused and lifted my dress.

My ass was covered in red welts and my pussy throbbed to life. I half expected some bruises, but there were none, just residual redness from my spanking.

The first spankingof my life.

I chewed my lip, trying to ignore the hopeless arousal coursing through me right now and flipped the skirt back down. I definitely wasn’t going to touch myself right now, and I definitely wasn’t going to think about how my best friend’s dad had spanked me because I’d been naughty.

Nope. Not going to happen.

Ignoring my building desire and maybe a bit to distract myself, I decided to borrow some of Bella’s makeup as well.

I wasn’t normally a girly girl, but there was a first time for everything, right?

Maybe all dressed up like this, he’d remember I was the woman he fucked and not just the little girl that had eaten at his dinner table for years.

Once I was done, I slipped on a pair of flip-flops from her closet.

I stood by the door for a moment, trying to think of what I could do or say and coming up with absolutely nothing. Finally, I just took a deep breath and opened the door.

Now or never…

The house was silent, and for a moment, I wondered if Vincenzo was still home. I stepped out into the hall and made my way toward the kitchen. Just then, I caught a whiff of the comforting scent of pancakes and bacon with a hint of fresh brewed coffee.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Vincenzo standing at the stove, flipping a stack of golden blueberry pancakes. The sight made my heart flutter. He looked up as I walked in, his eyes softening when he saw me.

At once, everything felt easier.

“Good morning,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I hope you’re hungry.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the blush creeping up my neck.

“Good morning. It smells amazing. Blueberry pancakes?” I asked, my voice more than a little hopeful.

He nodded, turning back to the stove. “Your favorite, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Since I was a little kid.”

I watched him with a curious gaze. What was he up to? He knew breakfast was my favorite meal of the day, especially blueberry pancakes. There was just something about them that made them perfect.

Just the thought of eating them soon made my mouth water and I strode over to the fridge to get the butter and syrup, meaning to slather my own set of pancakes with glorious amounts of both.

He finished flipping a few and served them onto a plate next to a few slices of bacon, setting it in front of me at the kitchen island. He passed me a cup of coffee next with a soft smile.

“I thought you could use something comforting this morning,” he offered gently.

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