My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 99 Start Of A Havoc

Tyler

"You know, Jonathan just backed out of our deal," the annoying blonde woman persisted, her presence becoming more unwelcome by the day. She seemed on edge. "I don't know what else to do. I have to get him back. At any cost."

"How about you come over here, suck my dick, and then we can talk?"

"Tyler, this isn't what we agreed upon. You owe me a favor from last time when I gave you information about Jacob's previous family. It certainly helped you tarnish his image in the media for a while. You have to help me now-this is when you return the favor."

"What favor, Chloe?" I couldn't help but chuckle as I took a sip of my whiskey. Her insistence was amusing. "Let's be clear. There was no favor. You received a considerable sum for the information you provided, and that was it. It was my sheer generosity that led me to suggest helping you in the future, mainly because I spent the previous night fucking you like my personal slut and you enjoyed it too. Maybe you've forgotten some details. Not so good at memories, are we?" I tapped my temple, another chuckle escaping me.

Her face reddened with embarrassment, clearly taken aback by my words. "W-what?"

I had no clue what the fuck she expected me to do, but diving back into the whole 'Jacob' shit wasn't my idea of a good time. It didn't yield much last time; he managed to clean up his image pretty swiftly. Damn it, I hated to admit it, but that bastard had some twisted knack for keeping things intact, which I loathed.

Sure, I wished to destroy him. I wanted to strip away everything he had, even though I had plenty of my own.

However, assisting this nuisance who dared to invade my office wouldn't get me there. I'd trodden that path before-zero results.

And for fuck's sake-she was far too loose. Nowhere near up to my standards, which is why I'd rather have her mouth than bent over this desk. I knew that wouldn't take much effort to arrange.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I didn't realize you were this dense, Chloe. While I might have tons, I'm not as generous as your ex-boyfriend. I don't give anything away for free," I sighed, shaking my head, then took another sip of my drink. Leaning back in my chair, I casually raised my legs to rest on the desk, "If you think I'm going to assist you in rekindling your 'love of your life,' let me fucking set things straight beforehand-it's not happening. So, spare your breath and my time. See that door over there? Use it. I've got better things to do."

She stood there, initially silent before drawing a breath and speaking up, "What would it take for you to help me?"

Now, that was more like it.

I'd been stressed out enough the entire day anyway.

A smirk played on my lips this time. "What are you putting on the table?"

"Anything you want. I just want Jacob back. At any cost. No matter what you could do anything, wreck his business, sabotage his relationships, take out his damn girlfriend, or his family-anything that's possible. I want him to find his way back to me when there's no one left for him."

She was something else...

A lunatic? Insane? A witch? Those labels would barely scratch the surface. She held more malice within her than the entire world combined.

"You know, I won't sugarcoat it, but a man must truly be ruined from the inside out to find his way back to a woman like you," I remarked, barely able to stifle a laugh. "But really, Jacob seems like a clever man. I wonder what he saw in you during all those years he dated you. You truly seem like someone's regret."

"I'm not here seeking a character certificate from you, Tyler. You have your fair share of scandals in your book, so why don't you cut the nonsense and tell me if you're willing to help or not? I know you want to destroy him; it's been your desire ever since he surpassed you in every business you started. So, why not cut to the chase and tell me what it'll take for you to help me?"

"Well, initially, a blowjob would suffice for me to consider your offer," I pushed the chair back, creating space for her, and subtly gestured with my eyes for her to approach.

Without hesitation, she dropped her purse onto the nearby sofa and walked over, adjusting her hair. The clicking of her long heels against the marble floor grated on my nerves.

She was just another example of why I believed the greedy should persist. Too easy to use.

As she knelt before me, I observed her and arched an eyebrow. "What's the delay? Impress me, Chloe."

Leaning back in the chair, I brought the glass to my lips once more as she undid my belt and loosened my pants. With deliberate movements, she freed my cock and cautiously caressed my skin, stroking it with her hands.

Well, her hands felt better than her cunt had felt.

I grasped a handful of her hair, realizing she was moving slowly, and forced my cock down to her throat. She coughed and tears welled in her eyes, struggling to accommodate.

Her mouth felt even better than her hands. Tight and warm. Just the way I preferred.

"Chloe, I don't have time for your slow hands. prefer efficiency and longer, sustained effort," I guided her, bobbing her head up and down, pushing deeper into her mouth, with less concern for whether she could breathe or not. She had sucked enough cocks in life-I knew her past, even more than Jacob Adriano did.

She adjusted, hallowing her mouth, taking me deeper. The sensation was pleasant, much like any other encounter. There was nothing particularly remarkable about her, but it would have been preferable if there were, considering it had been a while since I'd truly appreciated something special.

I loved ruining special things. I found a sick pleasure in it and it didn't fucking make me feel sick. It made me feel alive.

"Your mouth feels so much better you cunt did that night," I chuckled, as I thrust in and out of her mouth as she massaged my balls, drawing me closer to my edge as moments kept flying.

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She skillfully used her hand to stroke the length that her mouth couldn't cover, licking and sucking me off. Her breathing grew heavy, her makeup smudged and mascara smeared, but who cared? I didn't give a fuck about how he looked.

All that mattered was her mouth and who didn't love blowies?

And then I finally felt my release nearing. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I tightened my grip on her hair, lost momentarily in the sensation, a few irregular thrusts accentuating the buildup until finally, I reached my high.

"Fuck," I hissed quietly, finding release, and she swallowed every drop of it.

As I pulled out of her, taking a deep breath, she wiped my cum from her mouth and licked her fingertips.

"Now, would you do me a favor, Tyler?"

It would appear rude to refuse, and I suppose I could consider it a payment for the excellent job she did.

I could be the worst of things in this world but I wasn't unfair.

"Of course," I replied with a smirk, adjusting my clothes, and fastening my belt. "You mentioned he has a girlfriend, right? What's her name? Show me

a picture."

Mr. Adriano hadn't been involved in a relationship for quite some time, so perhaps it was time to disrupt the one he had?

"Her name is Evelyn Fernandez," she said, reaching for her purse and then her phone. I noticed her scrolling through her gallery before revealing the photo. "Here she is."

As my gaze fell upon the picture, a feeling I seldom experienced emerged within me—This was the first time I wished I hadn't seen something that was not mine....

Because what she showed me wasn't merely a beautiful woman; it was an embodiment of perfection in every detail, meticulously crafted..perfected to very the last detail.