My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 103

Evelyn

There was something off about Jacob's description of Tyler. It failed to capture the sheer intensity emanating from the man standing before me. It wasn't merely a matter of words on a page. Words seemed inadequate to define him now; one single term sufficed—evil. He embodied it wholly, an eerie presence exuding an air of possession, as though he laid claim to everything in his path. Everything was his to own.

I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason behind these impressions, but they were undeniably there—stirred solely by his presence.

"Well... This time, Jacob, I'm playing at something entirely different," he grinned, shifting his gaze towards me. "Is this your girl? Seems younger than your usual ones," his eyes scrutinized me, knitting a frown between my brows.

The bloody scoundrel...

My fists itched to land a blow on his face.

Or perhaps a well-placed heel strike.

I would prefer the latter, though.

"Before I toss you out of my office, I suggest you fucking leave on your own or—" Jacob's words were cut short as a ginger-haired man burst into the room, his gaze darting between Tyler and Jacob.

"I apologize, Sir. I asked Mr. Tyler to wait outside, but he didn't listen..." he trailed off, lowering his head. It was Jacob's secretary. No need to confirm.

"It's alright, Harry. No need to apologize. I understand how intrusive he can be," Jacob waved it off, his eyes fixed on Tyler's as Harry hesitantly left—like he wished to rip him into pieces but his principles restrained him. He remained composed, full of restraint, even though his every fiber yearned to thrash this man.

"Intrusive?" Tyler chuckled. "That's a very interesting choice of word."

It appeared that Tyler, despite his outward calmness, wielded his composure for his own nefarious ends. His intentions rang with an ominous tone, leaving a sense of foreboding in the air. What ulterior motive was this man harboring?

"I'll ask you one last time. What's your game, Tyler?" Jacob's voice seethed through clenched teeth, his hands balled into fists. "Speak up or get the fuck out of here." I instinctively clutched his arm, shooting him a concerned look. I couldn't bear the thought of him lashing out at Tyler, or anyone for that matter.

That wasn't his nature. Violence wasn't his language, and I refused to let it become so.

"What if I claim it’s your girlfriend?" Tyler's question spilled out without a hint of hesitation as he inched closer. "Would you sacrifice her to satisfy me? You've always been the shrewd businessman, haven't you?"

My eyes widened slowly at his words. Before I could muster a reaction, Jacob's enraged roar filled the room, his fist poised to strike. "You despicable piece of—"

I swiftly caught his hand, halting him with all my might.

His gaze met mine as I silently pleaded with him to stop, and he listened to me, gradually lowering his hand. A glimmer of softness flickered in his eyes, maybe because they had seen the fear in mine.

"Could you step outside for a moment, baby?" he asked, but I vehemently shook my head, clinging to him tighter, my other hand securing him in place.

I knew the repercussions if I left. I refused to let him fight, especially when Tyler's intentions were glaringly evident on his face.

"So, you're smitten, huh?" Tyler crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Already terrified of losing her, Jacob? Your ex has been quite accommodating these days, using that mouth of hers to suck me off whenever I ask her and I wonder if it's Evelyn's allure keeping you from rushing back to her or if there's something... more."

"So this is about Chloe, then?" Jacob let out a dry chuckle. "You're causing a scene in my damn office all for her? I have no illusions about your fidelity. You relish juggling multiple women, so spill it. What else brings you here?"