My Dad's Bestfriend

Tyler

"Wow," I murmured, closing my eyes, "Absolutely fucking amazing."

"What's got you in such high spirits?" Chloe asked, arching an eyebrow as she walked out of the bathroom, naked—I'd just fucked her, in all holes to be exact; Well....it wasn't that good, not even as fulfilling as my thoughts of Evelyn beneath me. That mental image was what fueled my high, yet it was best left unspoken-Chloe didn't need that detail, and I wasn't offering unless pressed.

Talking to her was unnecessary-she was better off as a fuck toy.

"Well, clearly you know that having sex with you isn't the reason, huh?" I chuckled. "Glad to see you're not one to jump to conclusions."

The truth was, my elation stemmed from seeing Evelyn earlier. She was stunning, beyond words. Like a dish I wanted to devour entirely, all at once, unwilling to share it with anyone in this fucking world. Her plump, inviting lips... I had an urge to sink my teeth into them.

Fuck, I wanted those long legs of hers hooked around my hips whilst I'd fuck her against the wall.

"You just had sex with me, Tyler. Can't you show a hint of decency and treat me somewhat cordially?" Chloe shook her head, sighing as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. My handprints were still imprinted on her arse, momentarily triggering a desire to envision how Evelyn Fernandez would appear bare against this very bar.

Damn. I couldn't get her out of my head. Totally not.

She seemed to infiltrate every fucking corner of my thoughts, and to be honest, I didn't even want to push her out. I'd caught a whiff of her today and damn, it was heavenly.

What grated on my nerves was that Jacob possessed yet another prized possession, someone far more valuable than anything I had. She was, in fact, priceless. And I'd love to snatch her.

"You're up against some fierce competition," I muttered, swiping through the pictures of Evelyn I'd taken from Chloe's phone. "Looks, age, beauty, innocence, and that body-she's got everything a man could desire. You, on the other hand, have none of it."

Her gaze hardened. "Did I request your opinion, Tyler? Remember, you're here to assist me, not ridicule me."

"I can't help it," I chuckled, taking another sip while propped against the headboard, my eyes fixed on Evelyn's images. She was worth every ounce of trouble-I'd tear Jacob apart to have her. "It's just the truth. It's gullible to think a man would let go of someone like Evelyn for someone like you."

"And it's naive of you to think Evelyn would leave a man like Jacob for you," she chuckled, hitting a nerve. "So, what sets you apart, Tyler? You're no different from me, are you?"

My jaw tightened as I pocketed my phone.

"I can't fathom how a lowlife like you even dares to compare yourself to me, Chloe. Do you have billions stashed away like I do?" I let out a low chuckle, "Even as I talk to you, I'm still making millions somewhere, in any of my companies. And what do you have to offer? Money? No. Beauty? You've lost it all-there's no allure left. You've become akin to a used tissue paper desperately trying to reclaim what you squandered, just to salvage your self-worth, am I not right, Chloe? Having Jacob will validate you, won't it? That's what this is about... isn't it?"

She remained silent, yet I noticed her grip tightening around the glass.

I knew she was astute enough to suppress her anger. She understood that I wouldn't hesitate to cast her out of this plan, leaving her with nothing and no recourse.

She wielded no power. Her body, the one she'd used in numerous beds to gain leverage and ascend to her current position, was no longer the asset it once was. Ironically, even after all her efforts, she still lacked the one thing she desired most.

I'd never seen such a wretched woman before. She seemed ruined-everywhere.

"You know what, Tyler? I'm starting to question whether you're genuinely here to help or just here for your own fun."

"Fun? Oh, please, fucking you wasn't remotely enjoyable. I gain nothing from assisting you," I rose from the bed, strolling over to the bar to pour myself another glass of wine. I noticed her eyes briefly flicker towards my dick, though she didn't linger her gaze for long.

Sure, she enjoyed fucking. But as for me, not so much.

Had it not been for catching a whiff of Evelyn earlier today, I'd be walking around with blue balls, because Chloe here was fucking loose.

"You're not getting anything?" She

scoffed, "You speak as though your pursuit of Evelyn is a secret, Tyler. fucking know you're after her-everything about your face screams it. And that 'meeting' you had with her today, it clearly brought you joy. You must've been ecstatic seeing her up close. I wonder what held you back from making a move."

"Jacob," I replied, honestly, "If he wasn't in the picture, I'd have shown Evelyn the stars in broad daylight."

"Don't worry, Jacob's already done that," she patted my shoulder with a smirk, knowing precisely what buttons to push.

"You're one sick bitch, you know that?"

"And you're an impatient, desperate man," she chuckled, strolling over to the bed and seating herself at the edge, legs crossed. "It's only been a few days since you last saw her, and you're already losing your mind. Isn't that a bit entitled?"

"You seem to doubt that Evelyn will be mine..."

"I've got plenty of doubts because I've seen how obsessed that girl is with Jacob. She'd sooner die than let him slip away," she sipped her whiskey. "Trust me, it's a tough game."

"I've never been one for easy games anyway," I chuckled. "But since you're enjoying casting doubts, let me make one thing clear: if I don't get Evelyn, you won't be reuniting with the love of your life either. I might just return everything to him in the end if Evelyn doesn't become mine."

"You'd do what?" She seemed taken aback, rising from her seat. "You won't dare, Tyler."

"You're not here to issue orders,

Chloe. Mind your own damn

business-your role is simple: suck

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my cock when you are told, spread your legs or lay on fours when asked, and keep quiet. If you keep flapping your lips, I might just cut you loose from this plan and handle everything myself. You're practically useless," I strode over to the table, snatching my pack of cigarettes.

"You can't pull this off without me-you need my help."

Wow! Her delusions were astounding.

I needed her help? Seriously? What the fuck was wrong with this bitch?

"For what?" I couldn't suppress a scoff, "You're truly forgetting your place, Chloe. You're of no value to me-except for the quick blowjobs. That's all you contribute. The sole reason I'm keeping you around is that you introduced Evelyn to me-if not for that, I wouldn't have known Jacob had something so valuable. So, that's your tiny role, and the rest? That's all on me. My way. Your way would likely involve crashing some obscure destination wedding of their distant relative, causing chaos. I'll pass on that."

She didn't say a word; instead, she stood there, jaw clenched, fists balled at her sides.

I knew she couldn't stand me, and truthfully, the feeling was mutual.

I'd have preferred her out of my way, but I wasn't about to play dirty. She brought Evelyn to me, and for that sole reason, I tolerated her. "Anyway, when are they arriving?"

"Who?"

This dumb shit!

"Jacob's uncles. Did it slip your mind? Or was the sex too good for you?" A smirk crept onto my lips, and I noticed her inhale sharply.

Clearly, she enjoyed it too much.

"It's not like that," she shrugged. "They'll be here in about an hour. I've spoken to them. They're willing to cause a scene, but I haven't given them specifics."

"Good, that's why I'm here," I hummed, lighting a cigarette. "Jacob's in for a rough day tomorrow."

"More likely Evelyn," Chloe crossed her arms, "I know you. You're aiming for Jacob's weak spot, which is Evelyn."

"You're getting sharper every day," I chuckled, exhaling smoke. "Glad I'm fucking some sense into you."

Oh, sweet Evelyn... I'm sorry, but you'll have to face a lot just to end up in my arms.