My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 89 : 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."

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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."

hit the floor-did he really think I had that in

Oh, yes, he did!

I just wanted to see the bedroom! I didn't mean to imply that you horny dog!"

to do anything?" He protested, attempting to

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

causing his rock-hard stomach discomfort. Given his muscular physique, the only one who was

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

his room. No doubts. It was

is your room," I commented

He inquired, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe.

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

but if that were the case, he wouldn't be

his smile, attempting to maintain his composure while slipping his hands into his pockets. The amusement in his green

This jerk...

be the first two because the last scenario comes with consequences," I warned, raising

cleared his throat,

you already

the back of his head. "I suppose it's better to lie

was true? I swear

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

close and switching our positions. Now, I was pressed against the doorframe, and

escaped my lips at his sudden maneuver, and before I could speak, he broke

"Hey, firecracker," a breathtaking

across his lips

in closer. His

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

"So that means you-"

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

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

spine. His handsome face and enchanting features, even when considered individually,