My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 96 Let's Play A Game

Jacob

"So, Mr. Jonathan, any other concerns on your mind? Is there anything else you wish to discuss?" I asked, a faint chuckle escaping my lips as I regarded the bald-headed British man seated across from me. It seemed he harboured grand hopes concerning Chloe-likely hoping to settle down with her.

But did he truly know that she wasn't one to settle? Certainly not.

Or else why would he be here to satisfy her whims?

"As I mentioned, Mr. Adriano, I don't see the profitability in having my funds tied up in your ongoing projects. Our agreement was clear: It stipulated the prompt release of my funds upon request, and I anticipate a seamless resolution from your end."

"Of course, I can arrange the return of your funds. However, if I may ask," I maintained a composed demeanour, holding back my smile, "Is profitability the sole concern here? Because I suspect there's more to your decision than meets the eye. It's Chloe, isn't it?"

He appeared taken aback by my directness, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. He was past the age to chase after someone like Chloe, yet here he was, grasping onto her with all his might such was Jonathan-a pervert. The rumors about his history of abandoning ventures due to his pursuit of young women seemed more plausible now. The recent magazine exposé featuring him cavorting with numerous young women aboard a Mediterranean yacht now seemed entirely real.

Someone had said it right: Women could always be destruction if not distraction.

Jonathan here, I forgot to mention, was a spectacle indeed-adorned with wrinkles traversing his face, a gleaming bald head, oversized spectacles perched low, and a portly belly walking ahead of him with each step.

"Mr. Adriano, I—"

"Relax, Jonathan. It's all right. We've all been there," I intervened, taking a sip of my coffee. "Women have a way of pushing us into uncharted territories. I understand, but Chloe? Are you certain you're willing to risk this deal for her? Because I doubt she'll stick around once this chapter closes. I can get back what I'll lose from this deal but do you think you'd get such an opportunity again? Or possibly another deal with my company?" "What?" His disbelief was palpable.

Poor man. He really thought Chloe would stick with him till the end...

"Yes, Jonathan. I've known Chloe for quite some time. She might not have mentioned it, but we fucked a long time ago, and to be frank, it wasn't even that good. Considering how remarkable and handsome you are, surely, you could find better women. What's gotten into you?" I questioned. "Look at yourself—you have wealth, charisma, everything a woman could desire. So why squander it on someone like Chloe, who won't stand by you in the long run?"

I noticed a glimmer of pride rekindling within him as a spark flickered in his eyes. "You think so?" Adjusting his tie, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and I had to suppress my amusement as I observed him.

Fucking idiot.

"Absolutely," I reassured him, "You still got looks of those youthful men that women would swoon over. Your age is a mystery to anyone who doesn't know it. Why waste such an advantageous deal on Chloe when you could have your pick of hundreds?"

I wouldn't waste so much time on this motherfucker, but right now, he was a crucial potential investor for the Nova Cascade Apartments project. If he backed out, it'd put me in a tight spot, something I definitely didn't need, especially with Evelyn here for the first time. I wanted to focus more on her than on these business matters.

"I believe you're right," I noted his adjustment of the tie, a glint of pride evident in his demeanor. "I shouldn't let someone like her sway such a significant deal. God, you saved me, man!"

Well, I buttered up your old-arse for my own sake.

"Anytime, Jonathan. Individuals like you are an inspiration to us. Who wouldn't want to age as gracefully as you do?"

"I'll give you some pointers on how I've managed it, no problem," he chuckled as he rose from his seat. "So, the deal's back on. No hard feelings?" "Never from my end," I responded, standing up and offering a handshake. "Glad to have you back. Let's aim for the profit margins to soar this time." "I have no doubt you'll make that happen," he replied with a crooked smile, shaking my hand. "So, the deal's sealed?"

"Absolutely. Though, I'd appreciate it if you could expedite the funds. Construction is resuming soon, and we've already secured a few bookings, along with models of our buildings. I could send them over for your review if you'd like."

"No need, I trust you on this," he assured. "Keep up the good work. I'll transfer the funds this evening; no need to delay the progress."

With that, he exited the office, leaving me to lean back in my chair, idly spinning the paperweight while a faint chuckle escaped me, "God....these old- idiots."NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

It had been surprisingly easier than anticipated. I pondered what Chloe's reaction would be once she discovered her intentions had failed.

Well, this game was proving far more entertaining than I'd imagined. So fucking interesting.

Evelyn would be overjoyed to hear the news, and most importantly, relieved. I had sensed her concern, and even though I could have postponed dealing with Jonathan, I chose to wrap it up today to erase any worry lines from her beautiful face.

I wanted to be the reason behind that smile, not the cause of turmoil.

Suddenly, my phone interrupted my train of thought, Evelyn's number flashing across the screen.

A smile naturally formed on my face-she always picked the perfect moments.

"Hello, baby," I answered her call.

"Hey, any updates?"

As I had suspected-she was concerned.

"Updates? What news are you referring to?" I held back my laugh as I spoke.

"You know what I'm asking, Jacob," she exclaimed, the frustration evident in her tone. And fuck.... Even when irritated, she was undeniably adorable; everything about her was just too perfect. "Just tell me, okay?"

"Tell you what?" I teased.

"Jacob!"

A chuckle escaped me. "I've handled the situation with the old man, Evelyn. Everything's fine."

I heard her release a sigh of relief before she spoke, "Thank goodness."

"Feeling relieved now?" I teased. "You looked pale as if you'd seen a ghost when I left for the office this morning."

"Yes I was worried but I looked pale because of you, 'you goof. It was a long night with you trying to-well, you know, she shot back. I could imagine her blushing, and I regretted not being there to witness it. "Try shoving something as big as your dick in and out of your arse for a whole long night, then you'll get it! The blame's on you."

Well... I couldn't exactly disagree with that. I had been hard on her last night, but partly it was her fault-she was too sexy. All the fucking time.

"Alright, I'll take the blame for that one."

"Yeah, thanks," she retorted sarcastically. "So, when are you coming back? I'm feeling bored."

"Already?" I chuckled. "It's only been a few hours, baby."

"Stop it. What would you do if I weren't around all day when you were in America? Wouldn't you be bored too?"

Once again, she hit the mark. But this time, I had something else in mind, and I wasn't about to tell her. My work for the day was finished anyway, but there was no rush for her to know that just yet.

"You know, I can help chase away your boredom," I suggested, my voice naturally lowering. "Would you be interested in hearing how?"

A moment of silence followed, indicating she might have already anticipated what was on my mind. She understood me too well, picking up on my intentions, even when I tried to be blatantly obvious.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Let's play a game, shall we? Slide

your hand inside your pants, baby," I murmured, just the thought of what I'd seen last night-her creamy dripping pussy made me harden, wanted to fuck her already, so bad.

In fact, I wanted to throw her on this desk of mine, and drill into her tight cunt until she'd come all apart screaming my name. Only my name.

Her moans were the sweetest melody to my ears that I'd never get tired of.

"Jacob..." Her voice hitched in a quiet gasp. "This isn't what-"

"Trust me, Evelyn," I interjected.

"But..."

"I thought you were bored, Evie."

"Okay, fine..." Her voice trembled as she relented.

This should be interesting...