My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 120 There It Goes

Evelyn

As my body seized with tension, his words cut through me like a knife.

Chloeâ€"she was that one perpetual sore spot in our relationship, a shadow that loomed over us, casting its darkness on everything we tried to build. The trauma she left behind, the havoc she wreaked, the way she still haunted our livesâ€"it would never fade. It would fucking linger, an ever-present specter, forever.

"What... What did you just say?" My voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and anger, my eyes boring into Tyler's, searching for any hint of deceit, but finding only amusement dancing in his gaze.

Jerk!

A smirk tugged at Tyler's lips, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as if relishing the discomfort he stirred within me. He reveled in the chaos he wrought, convinced of his ability to manipulate the fragile threads of our relationship.

I could tell â€" he was fucking enjoying it.

"Well, you don't know how much of an 'arse' guy Jacob is, do you?" he taunted, a chuckle bubbling in his throat. "So, I'll assume he hasn't explored that territory with you yet. I guess he doesn't know what he's missing." His eyes trailed to glance at my ass, triggering my nerves.

"Mind your own damn business, Tyler," I snapped, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "I don't need to hear about Jacob's past preferences or his sexual history. I fucking know what I need to know, and I trust him. So spare me your feeble attempts to drive a wedge between us. Save your fucking breath."

"I see, you trust him a lot, don't you?" Tyler's amusement only deepened, his laughter echoing in the space between us, grating on my nerves like sandpaper. A gnawing doubt crept into the recesses of my mind, fueled by his insidious insinuations.

I had this question in my head even if I didn't want toâ€"Why hadn't Jacob broached the subject of anal sex with me, especially if it was something he liked?

Was it peculiar that a man who supposedly loved having anal sex hadn't even mentioned it with his girlfriend? Should I just trust Jacob or succumb to the seeds of doubt Tyler had sown?

Fuck. didn't know.

was just doubtful.

fucking yours?" His eyebrow arched in mocking curiosity, his tone dripping with disdain. "Could it be that he's less interested in

my anger boiling over, but Tyler's

had Chloe in every way imaginable, I

be honestâ€"I wanted to kill Tyler Ricci. I want to cut him into small pieces and make him disappear. His blatant disrespect and disregard for boundaries fueled

put this fucking

my words dripping with venom. "You will never have me. Jacob is the only man who has touched me, and he will always be the only one. No matter where he is, no matter what happens, if he ends up on the streets or his business falls off, I will stand by him. I will be there with him every step of the way. So you,

you'll come running to me," he chuckled, undeterred by my defiance. "Women like you, Evelyn… you're a rare luxury. You belong in palaces, not on the streets. You need to be fucking worshipped not

closed the distance between us, trapping me against the shelf

to prefer Chloe's, I'll show yours the love it deserves. Trust me, I can

going

either been handed to me on a silver platter or snatched and if not that, then earned. And if I can't snatch you, Evelyn, I'll damn well earn you. Trust me, I haven't even begun to inject venom into your life. Once I do, you'll be running to me to save

those chilling words, he retreated, leaving me seething

shopping intentions, and paid for my groceries in a blur of frustration. As I stormed out of the store, my mind raced with thoughts of Tyler, his

Jacob's alone. If anyone were to touch me, it would

by thoughts of vengeance against Tylerâ€"I

the rage, a nagging question gnawed at the edges of my consciousness: Why hadn't Jacob taken my arse

true that he considered Chloe the

fucking infuriating and it made me want to

whispered to myself, attempting to rein in my emotions. But the anger simmered beneath the surface,

knew Tyler's

every word

Jacob and me. His eyes, his words, and his very presence reeked of

truth to his words.

Fuck it.