My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 89

"Well, I've been waiting for you. So, tell me, what's the reason for the honor of having the lady herself come to my apartment?" He asked, a strange familiar glint in his eyes as he eyed me up and down, noticing everything as he raised his glass to his mouth taking a sip of the whiskey-the same one Jacob always had.

"You asked for one night, right?"I cut straight to the point, "If I spend the night with you, will you return everything you have unfairly taken from him through your false reports in the media?"

"Yes, Bella Dona," he replied, rising from his seat with a sly grin, coming closer to me. So close that I could feel his breath on my skin, "I'll return everything to him," his cold rings grazed my skin as he traced my shoulder down to my finger, where he noticed my ring with Jacob's initials.

"However, there's one thing I can't return to him," he fixed his gaze on my face. "You."

"It's just for one night, Tyler. I'll never be yours."

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Upon our arrival in Italy, none of us gave a second thought to the idea that Love in Italy might differ from how we were in America. Back home, we were confined by four walls, and our only demons were those within ourselves. But, in the heart of this new dark world, with cutthroat business rivalries, his past resurfaced, challenging him once more. And this time it attacked harder than it ever could, all because of one person..... Only one person-The greatest opponent, driven by a sick obsession and rivalry, Tyler Ricci, who swore to shatter everything Jacob and I had because he wanted...me.

After all, Italy was far from the Ordinary paradise we'd imagined it to be....

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Sins In Italy

Evelyn

"Wow! This is your apartment?" I glanced around, taking in our surroundings. We had touched down in Italy just half an hour ago after enduring the gruelling eight-hour flight. Our journey followed shortly after bidding a fond farewell to Dad and Clara, with us boarding our flight about an hour later. I could only hope when they got back, Clara would be pregnant—Don't judge me, I never had a sibling, so my biggest wish was to have one. Well, I wouldn't mind if there were two, but the minimum requirement was one, just one.

"Yes, baby," Jacob chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist as he planted a kiss on my shoulder. I absolutely loved it when he did that. "Do you like it?"

"It's gorgeous," I replied, utterly captivated. The living room felt like an oasis of comfort, with its soft, oversized sofas and a breathtaking city view. I could catch a glimpse of the kitchen, a modern marvel with its sleek design and high-end appliances. Everything was predominantly black, and I knew it was his favorite color—no need to ask.

"Can we check out the bedroom?"

"Already?" A mischievous smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he looked at me. "Let them deliver our luggage first, at the very least."

My jaw practically hit the floor—did he really think I had that in mind? I asked for—

Oh, yes, he did!

"Jerk! I just wanted to see the bedroom! I didn't mean to imply that you horny dog!" I nudged his stomach with my elbow, and a soft groan escaped his lips.

"Hey, that's unfair! Why would you want to see the bedroom if you didn't want to do anything?" He protested, attempting to grab my wrist, but I swiftly darted away on a mission to find the bedroom.

The first three rooms I entered immediately signaled they weren't his. I knew him well enough to recognize that if any of them belonged to him, they would be draped in more shades of black, have more clothes scattered on the floor, and most importantly, have an ashtray. My man, I knew, had a fondness for cigarettes. He wouldn't smoke around me much, but he was fond of cigarettes, a whole lot of it.

Throughout my exploration, he trailed behind me, all the while complaining about my tiny elbow causing his rock-hard stomach discomfort. Given his muscular physique, the only one who was likely to be injured was me, but since I hadn't sustained any injuries during my "don't-try-this-at-home" mission, I could confidently say no one was hurt.

And so, I reached the fourth room, which turned out to be the master bedroom, unmistakably his. It was drenched in black, from faded to washed, and jet, in a way that left no room for complaint. The walls were entirely black, with subtle white lines aligning with the decor. The king-sized bed, draped in inviting, soft linens, boasted a headboard washed in black, while the curtains, in the lightest shade in the room, were a soft gray. Even the floor was black.

This had to be his room. No doubts. It was undoubtedly his.

"So this is your room," I commented as I strolled inside.

"How can you be so sure?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. "It might not be."

"If this isn't your room, then I'd have to assume you either sleep in the living room, or you're a vampire who doesn't sleep at all," I shrugged as I made my way to the closet. "Or maybe you're just too used to sleeping in other women's beds?" As the thought crossed my mind, I turned to look at him, my expression growing more serious.

I wasn't interested in dwelling on past issues, but if that were the case, he wouldn't be getting any sex for a week. Call me petty—I didn't care.

He fought to conceal his smile, attempting to maintain his composure while slipping his hands into his pockets. The amusement in his green eyes was evident nonetheless. "Which one do you think is more fitting?"