My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 89 My Dad's Bestfriend: Sins In Italy, Trouble In Paradise

"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."

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.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"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 nheless. "Which one do you think is more fitting?"

This jerk...

"It had better be the first two because the last scenario comes with consequences," I warned, raising an eyebrow.

"Um," he cleared his throat, "What consequences?"

"I think you already know, Mr. Adriano."

"Well..." He scratched the back of his head. "I suppose it's better to lie sometimes than..."

God! So the third option was true? I swear I'd fucking kill him today.

"You fucking—" I began, advancing towards him, ready to impart a lesson with either an ear-pulling or, maybe, resorting to a full-blown act of violence by punching that stupid handsome face of his.

But before I could put my plan into action, he swiftly slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close and switching our positions. Now, I was pressed against the doorframe, and he loomed over me, his face inches away.

A soft gasp escaped my lips at his sudden maneuver, and before I could speak, he broke the silence.

"Hey, firecracker," a breathtaking

smile spread across his lips as he

leaned in closer. His cologne, as always, wafted into my nostrils, even though was simmering with anger. Call me an overreacting bitch, but I couldn't stand the thought of him being with other women, even if it was in the past, "I was just messing with you. I've had my fair share of women, but I've always preferred spending the night at my place-"

"So that means you-"

"No," he shook his head as if he'd anticipated my question before I even asked it. "It's a no, I assure you. I've never brought any women to this bed, and I plan to make you the first "He leaned even closer to my face, brushing his nose against the side of my cheek as he took in my scent. "So, should I just do that?"

I fought back a blush, trying to hide my smile. "You're using your ways on me again," I meant for it to be a complaint, but it came out sounding more

like I enjoyed it. The truth was, I did. I loved it- I loved him, the best and worst parts of him, and every bit in between.

"And you like that, don't you?" he chuckled, the husky sound sending shivers down my spine. His handsome face and enchanting features, even when considered individually, were still incredibly distracting, making my heart race. I could already feel the sparks on my skin and tingling sensations at the back of my neck.

"I do... but shouldn't we unpack first?"

"I'd rather undress you than unpack the stupid luggage," he declared, lifting me effortlessly. A gasp escaped my lips as he wrapped my legs around

his hips.

"Jacob, we've just arrived in Italy. We can't just do this the whole time," I protested, though an inadvertent laugh escaped my lips as he let me fall onto the bed, him now on top with his body positioned between my thighs.

"I'll just take one hour of your day," he smiled against my lips before he kissed me.

One hour?

He had to be fucking kidding me. I'd have no energy left by the time he was finished.

As he reluctantly ended the kiss, my breath was already ragged. "An hour seems far too long, don't you think?" My words barely rose above a whisper, though I could see the smoldering desire in his eyes. It sent electric thrills racing through my body, sensations both new and yet oddly

familiar.

"It's almost too short, Evelyn," he confessed, his hand finding its way beneath my shorts, touching my bare pussy: 'I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips. "And I believel can make it seem even shorter for you, my love." He traced his lips along my neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that left their

mark.

I had been right to anticipate that Italy would be anything but ordinary, much like the days spent in our private rooms back home, lost in passionate moments with Jacob.

"So, what's our plan now? Are we going to make love?" I inquired, my breath still heavy. "I haven't even had a chance to see the entire apartment

yet."

His fingers suddenly slipped inside of me, eliciting a soft moan, and my body quivered in response. "Well," he whispered, "I can show you the entire apartment and fuck you at the same time. Would you prefer that, baby?"

God, this man was killing me.

"A different kind of apartment tour?"

"Yeah...and all you have to say is a 'yes', Evelyn," His thumb circled my clit, putting pressure. I almost threw my head back at that.

"To hell with the yes," I finally breathed out, grabbing his collars and pulling him closer, I'd already lost it, "Fuck me. Right now." And he slammed his lips against mine without having to be told twice.