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."

think I had that in mind? I

Oh, yes, he did!

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

didn't want to do anything?" He protested, attempting to grab my wrist, but I swiftly darted away on a mission to find

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

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

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

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

room," I

raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. "It might

I made my way to the closet. "Or maybe you're just too used

were the case, he wouldn't be

to maintain his composure while slipping his hands into his pockets. The amusement in his

This jerk...

last

cleared his

already

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

was true? I swear I'd fucking kill

or, maybe, resorting to a full-blown act of violence by punching that stupid handsome face

into action, he swiftly slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close and switching our positions. Now, I was

maneuver, and before I could speak,

"Hey, firecracker," a breathtaking

spread across his lips

in closer.

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

"So that means you-"

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

meant for it to be a complaint, but it came out sounding more like

spine. His handsome face and enchanting features, even when considered individually, were still incredibly distracting, making