My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 133

Evelyn

My throat went dry at his words, breath hitching as it quickened its pace. A peculiar kind of fear clawed at my insides, coiling and threatening to overwhelm me. But retreat wasn't an option; I had to see this through, no matter the toll it exacted.

His hand reached for my jaw, fingers spreading wide as he pulled me closer. His breath, warm and heavy, washed over my face, his hungry gaze fixed on my lips as he licked his own. Despite the layers between us, the primal desire in his eyes was unmistakable, a beast lurking beneath the surface—he was a monster. A sickening filthy monster.

"Why waste time when we both know what you're here for?" His voice was a dangerous murmur, dangerously close to my lips. "Tonight, you belong to me. And I'll have you any way I fucking please. God! This is surely going to be better than any of my dreams.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head at the last moment, refusing to yield. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest rising and falling heavily with revulsion. Every fiber of my being rebelled against his closeness, a visceral reaction I couldn't suppress. I hated it. I despised the feeling of him near me from my very core.

"So, all of this... all of this was just to get me into your bed?" I demanded, my voice trembling. Finally, I met his unwavering gaze, ”You framed Jacob, destroyed his reputation, bribed those employees to lie, and turned investors against him—all for a chance to sleep with the woman he loves to his very core?"

He fell silent for a beat, his dark laughter cutting through the tension. "Well, it seems you're not one to be swayed easily. It’d still take a lot of effort to get you on that bed,” he remarked, stepping back, “But let me answer your question: Yes—I did it. I orchestrated all of this to claim you, to have you in my bed for just one night. To have you bent over my bed and fuck you for as long as I pleased. And while Jacob's feelings for you certainly sweetened the pot, they're not the only reason. I want to uncover the mystery beneath those layers, Evelyn. I want to fucking see you, feel you, have you in my ways. Ever since Chloe showed me your picture, I knew I had to have you. No matter the cost. And here you are.”

"So you destroyed Jacob's career?" I scoffed, incredulous at Tyler's audacity, “You orchestrated a calculated smear campaign, manipulating his uncles to provoke him into a physical altercation, then coerced businessmen to withdraw their support, systematically dismantling every aspect of his livelihood. That was your plan to destroy him, wasn’t it?”

"Destroyed? No, I simply directed a strategic shift in the trajectory of Jacob's career," Tyler retorted coolly, his tone devoid of remorse. "It's all part of the game, Evelyn. If someone stands in the way of what I desire, I remove them. If I don’t get it—I snatch it. Simple as that.”

A second later he spoke again, “Why are you even asking me these questions, Evelyn? This is a waste of time. It’s not like you don’t know about the truth—you fucking know it.”

"Jacob had nothing to do with those scandals. You ruined his entire fucking life, Tyler, simply because you wanted to fuck me. Do you even grasp the depth of your depravity? You labeled him a sexual offender before the entire world when he was fucking innocent! How could you perpetrate such a twisted act merely to attain something you believe you're entitled to? I am not yours! You don’t own me that you feel like you are allowed to do everything in order to gain me! How could you fucking do that someone even if he’s your enemy?”

His sigh pierced the air, a sound of pure irritation that grated against my nerves. It tempted me to abandon all restraint and slap him senseless, but I forced myself to maintain composure.