My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 132 I Am Never Going To Be Yours

Evelyn

My hands trembled as I dialed his number, the early morning light casting a dim glow through the curtains. Jacob lay asleep, unknown of the turmoil raging inside me, cocooned beneath the duvet. I had tucked him in just moments ago, my heart heavy with the weight of what I was about to do.

I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. All I knew was that it had to be done, and it had to be done right.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally answered, his voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"

So, the bastard was indeed sleeping. Probably in some other woman's bed, given his notorious reputation. I was sure he had different women depending on the days.

"Hello, this is Evelyn," I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me.

"Evelyn?" There was a note of surprise in his groggy voice.

"Yes, it's me. Though it's a wonder you don't recognize my voice, considering your apparent obsession with the idea of sleeping with me."

"Well, it's not that I don't recognize your voice, Bella Donna. It's just that I didn't expect you to call me at this ungodly hour, especially before I've had the chance to send the bigger bombs your way," he chuckled, his cockiness oozing through the phone line, making my skin crawl. "But, pray tell, what has prompted this early morning call?"

"I don't have time to answer your questions right now. Just give me your address," I demanded, my grip on the railing tightening until my knuckles turned white. I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this. The mere thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

"Anything for you, my love," he replied smoothly. "Take note: Via del Corso, 123, 00186 Roma."

"I'll be there this evening."

"I'll be waiting," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation, a sickening smirk evident even over the phone.

***

the scarlet elegance of Jacob's chosen dress, I found myself in a paradoxical situation, wearing something intended for moments far removed from this one. Yet, necessity demanded

was no secret I needed to save

settling around my neck, I grappled with the weight of my actions. Betraying Jacob's trust

help him navigate out of this perilous situation. However, I doubted Tyler Ricci would let that happen. From what I had

my misfortune lay

that Tyler

in his pursuit,

of the most

it was a cruel

us

nature, the

to my own allure; I knew that another reason for his obsession lay in his perverse desire to strip everything away from Jacob. He derived pleasure from witnessing Jacob's

me until there was nothing left. Tyler possessed formidable power-I was acutely aware of that. To wrest that power from him, I would need

a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead, I stepped out of the apartment, rode the elevator down, hailed a cab, and directed the driver to Tyler's estate. As the cab pulled up to the property, I couldn't help but notice the ostentatious display of wealth-a manifestation

surrounding me; my mind was consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and anxieties. I didn't want to embark on this path,

stepped out of the cab, and as I stood before the entrance, the

bastard was a simple businessman yet his security measures rivaled those of a mafia

inside, summoning a maid to guide me through the sprawling mansion. As we ascended

Tyler is waiting for you, Miss," the maid announced with practiced politeness. "Please

sharp breath, steeling

as my hands clenched tightly

rising tide of nervousness threatening

was consuming me. My mind raced, unable to focus on anything other than Jacob's potential reaction if he were to discover my current predicament. I knew he would sacrifice everything, even his own safety, to spare me from such a situation. And that's precisely why I couldn't bring myself to tell him

me

my dress to conceal everything, I knocked twice on the door. His voice, beckoned me

pushed the door open

tightly shut, and an atmosphere