My Best Friend's Father
I wrap my arms around him, smiling up—only to meet his glare.
“Is everything okay?”
“Perfectly fine. Who wouldn’t be, meeting the man fucking their woman?” What? Is he talking about Jameis? He brushes past me, grabs the coffee pot and a cup, and pours.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t know you’d mind me inviting him. And we’re not—”
“So you admit you’re fucking him, but he’s just a friend? People don’t usually fuck their friends, Brandi.”
“People don’t usually fuck their friend’s father either, so I guess I’m unconventional.”