Page 63 of My Best Friend's Dad

“I’ve been… busy,” I said, not wanting to get into the details of what was happening between me and Vincenzo, especially not how I had his cock between my thighs multiple times in the past forty-eight hours and how much I wanted it there again.

“Busy doing what? Sulking at home?” she teased, but there was a hint of seriousness in her tone. “We miss you. I miss you. Do you even love me anymore?”

“Of course I do,” I replied, feeling a pang of guilt. I should have at least texted her that I was alright, maybe played sick, but there wasn’t much I could do about it now except play the apologetic friend.

“Then come out tonight!” she said, her voice brightening with excitement. “Everyone’s going to be there. It’ll be fun. You need a night out.”

“I don’t know, Sophie,” I hesitated, thinking about what Vincenzo might think, especially since he said I wasn’t to leave this house. “I’ve got a lot going on right now.”

“Come on, Jenna,” Sophie pressed. “Just one night. You deserve a break. Plus, it’s not the same without you. I miss my friend.”

I sighed, the guilt and loneliness weighing on me. Vincenzo couldn’t keep me here forever. I was young and I had my friends to think about. He’d just have to deal with that.

I lifted my chin, feeling a bit defiant.

“Okay,” I said, giving in with a smirk. “I’ll come out tonight.”

“Yay! I knew you’d come through,” Sophie cheered. “I’ll text you all the juicy details. Can’t wait to see you!”

“Me too,” I said, trying to muster the same enthusiasm, but Sophie was always a couple of pegs above me, so it wasn’t a fair fight to be sure.

As I hung up the phone, I sighed and plopped down on the couch. It would be good to see my friends and get out of the house for a while, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was doing something I shouldn’t.

I decided at least to try to focus on getting ready. I went back upstairs to Bella’s room, looking for something to wear.

I found a cute top and a pair of jeans and slipped them on, checking myself out in the mirror. It felt good to get dressed up, even if I was still a bit uncertain about the whole thing. With one last glance in the mirror, I headed downstairs, ready to face the night.

Sophie had already texted me the details. I looked down at the phone, reading her text, and then an image of her and the rest of my girlfriends popped up.

They were already pre-gaming. A pang of jealousy pulsed through me at the sight of their happy faces, and I nodded once and gave myself the pep talk I needed.

I would go out tonight, and I would have a good time, catch up with my friends, and let loose.

I deserved that.

My life didn’t end just because of whatever was happening with me and Vincenzo and whatever bullshit was following him from his Mafioso past.

Just then, I heard the front door open, and I walked into the foyer. I watched as Vincenzo walked in, and another man followed him inside. My gaze slid between the two of them and for some reason, I felt a bit suspicious.

“Jenna,” Vincenzo said, his voice warm as he approached me. “I want you to meet Tony.”

Tony was an imposing figure, standing a few inches taller than Vincenzo with short-cropped hair, piercing brown eyes, and a solid, muscular build that screamed military. What I could see of his arms was covered in tattoos. His eyes scanned the room like he was looking for a threat before they finally settled on mine.

Tony extended his hand, a friendly smile breaking the seriousness of his features. “Nice to meet you, Jenna. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“Mostly,” Tony said with a wink. “Vincenzo here can’t stop talking about you.”

I felt my cheeks heat up as I glanced at Vincenzo, who gave me a reassuring smile. “Tony works for me,” Vincenzo explained.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Tony added with a chuckle. “I’m just here for the free food.”

I laughed, immediately feeling at ease with him. His good-natured humor was comforting.

“Well, I hope you like Italian,” I suggested lightly.

“Love it,” Tony said, his brown eyes twinkling. “And if you’re cooking, I’m sure it’s fantastic.”

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