Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

I shake off my nerves and start the car, pulling out before there's a chance of getting lost in my thoughts. I still don't know where I'm going to go. I only know I love the freedom surrounding me, a freedom that I wasn't aware I had missed so much. I still don't have anyone to talk to, to honestly talk to, but at least I can choose my own adventure for a little while.At first, it's enough to simply drive with a silent Nathan watching out for any threats beside me. I'm almost amazed at the way the world keeps turning. People are eating their lunches in the park the way I used to do sometimes. Kids riding on bikes, couples holding hands as they go for an afternoon stroll. I wonder how many of them understand how suddenly everything can change. It's almost enough to make me want to shout out the window and tell them to get as much out of the good times as they can.It's not like my life is inherently bad or anything like that, but I know how it feels to lose. That nauseating shock when

“Not even close.” However, I can admit to myself how good it feels just to be in her presence. Hearing her sweet voice, even when there's a note of sarcasm winding its way through her words like an invisible thread. Anything, so long as I can look at her, speak to her, connect with her, even on a simple level like this. I'd say damn near anything for her to keep talking.“And you're not just saying that because I was crying?” An interesting use of past tense, considering there are still tears cutting a slow path down her cheeks. She pulls one of the sleeves of her sweater down over her fist and uses it to mop up the wetness.“What do you want me to say, Caterina? I'm trying. For you, I'm trying.”She releases a shuddering breath, turning her face toward the headstone bearing her mother's name. “I know.”I could double down now while she's quiet and accepting. I could drill into her head the importance of her safety and how I don't trust my enemies to lay low for long. What could have

I look down between our naked bodies to find his thick cock jutted out and hard as steel. “It didn't seem to do anything to him,” I point out, brushing my fingertips over the mushroom head, grinning at his heavy sigh.So needy, and only I can give him what he craves.“That's because he has a one-track mind.”“Funny. I thought you were the one with the one-track mind.”“Don't tell anybody.” He winds his fingers around mine and gives me an insistent tug until there's no choice except to follow him out of bed. “He does a lot of my thinking for me.”“I figured that much.” It's not like I can complain or act like I don't want to get in the shower with him—any excuse to be close for an extra few minutes before real-life stuff gets in the way.Soon it's Gianni's hands I'm more focused on, how he gets right down to the business of lathering me up with my lilac body wash. The flowery scent fills the shower, just one more pleasurable thing for my senses to pick up on, along with the pleasure of

GIANNI“It’s time we talk about this, and you’re not going to shut me out anymore.” I gesture for Tatiana to enter my office, which she does before I follow her and close the door. I don’t know whether or not Caterina followed us. She’s perceptive enough to know this needs to be a one-on-one discussion.“Oh wow, now you want to talk to me about the happy day? All of a sudden, it matters what I want?” She barks out a laugh, crossing the room and standing at the window with her back to me. “You care what I think now?”“It was never about not caring what you think.” I pause, and when she says nothing, I decide to take my life in my hands. “What do you think?”That earns me a filthy look thrown over her shoulder. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in the middle of a fight with her mother. Somehow, she manages to project the same disdain. “You can't be asking me that question right now. It’s a little late either way.”“Did you think this was all a joke? Caterina and me being together

CATERINAIfeel like a stalker, sitting in my car, parked a few houses down from my father's. There aren't many cars parked on the street this early on a weekday afternoon with everybody at work, yet I still feel like I should hang back. His car is parked on the street, meaning he's home, though I didn't want him to see me. I'm not even sure why.We haven't spoken since that day at the house. It's driving me crazy not knowing how he has been handling life since our argument. I figured Ken would contact me if there was an emergency. Otherwise, I waited about as long as I could before curiosity forced me to come up with a reason to show up here.Maybe some people can deal with being shut out, but not me. He's still in too dangerous of a place to leave him on his own. Add to that a grandchild I would like him to meet someday, and I didn't see how this could continue. Waiting for him to come around and get in touch with me didn't work, so I resorted to a peace offering by grabbing grocerie