Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

“Do you think they'll do it?” Tatiana looks up at me from her bed, finally calm enough for me to tuck her in. I lost track of time, listening to her rant and rave, trying to force water down her throat instead of whiskey. I held her hair back twice so she could throw up, then helped her wash up and change into clean clothes.She’s a mess, and not her usual messy self. This is a new level of breakdown for her. Even at her worst, she's always kept it together, at least on the surface. It’s clear she’s cracking straight down the middle, and no one seems to notice. It’s like she can't be bothered to wash her hair or change her clothes. Even the strongest people have a breaking point, yet that doesn’t mean I’m willing to watch her crash and burn.From the day we met in middle school, she’s been the strongest, toughest person I know. Even when I ended up on my ass in a puddle the day I transferred in, with the school’s biggest bully standing over me with his fists hanging at his sides. I wa

GIANNII was trying to give her an option without saying it flat-out, and now she’s on her knees at my feet like an obedient little girl. I’m not sure I would’ve let her walk out of here if she had tried; nevertheless, it feels like progress on my part. My cock is hard as concrete, and there’s nothing more that I want to do than fuck her right here on the floor, but I have a point to prove.If I’m to win her back, I’ll have to use her one weakness against her. Her body. I feel like an asshole for doing it this way. However, she’s beyond reason when I’m not touching her, and there’s no way I’ll ever let her go. Reaching for my belt, I undo it. The sound of the metal clanking makes her pretty blue eyes widen a smidge more. I tug it free and hold it in one hand. She looks at the leather instead of me, and I can already picture her conjuring all kinds of thoughts.“What are you going to do? Spank me?” Her voice quivers, and I wonder if it’s from fear or arousal. Probably the first guessin

CATERINA“You know, we haven’t been out for another happy hour since that first one, where you bailed on us.”It isn't until I realize everybody's staring at me that I tune back into the conversation in the break room. It seems I’ve developed a bad habit of tuning out things that bore me, and nothing bores me more than small talk being exchanged around the coffeemaker. It’s either grin and bear it or not get a refill of coffee, and I need all the caffeine I can get my hands on today.“Are you talking to me?” I ask on a nervous laugh.Todd rolls his eyes. “No, I'm talking to the other coworker who bailed in the middle of a happy hour the first time she ever came out with us.”“You honestly need to let this go,” Stephanie sighs while I sputter in confusion. “I swear, you are worse than a dog with a bone when you make up your mind to be pissed off about something.”Todd snorts. “I'm not pissed. I'm just saying we were all worried.”You didn't come off so worried about me.Sometimes I wis

Once again, she leaves me wondering what the hell I ever saw in her. I'm starting to think there won't ever be any hope of getting rid of her, but I have to try. Particularly if I ever want to have anything meaningful with Caterina.Sebastian Costello is young—he turned twenty-five a month ago. He comes off as cocky, but I see it as more of a front. A way for him to convince you he knows what the hell he’s doing before trapping you. His usual expression would appear to be a smirk since that’s most of what I’ve seen from him since he entered my office, taking the leather chair across from me. Roger, as always, lingers near the window. Holding his tongue as expected, all the while watching closely with his keen, experienced eyes.Sebastian shakes his head when offered a drink. “I prefer a clear head when discussing business.” This little shit, posturing in front of his elders. I wasn’t much better at his age. In comparison, he's got an advantage over me; he was raised in this dark world

“All these late nights and early mornings. You’ve been so scarce lately–of course, I’m going to worry about you.” I set down the pan and remove the potholders from my trembling hands. “Are you sure you're not overdoing it with your investigation?”“I knew there had to be a reason for you to do this.” He waves a hand over the table I so carefully set. “What's this, an intervention? Do you think I'm taking this too far, too?”Too? It makes the skin on the back of my neck prickle, that word. “Why? Am I not the only one who knows?”He steps beside me, his eyes stern, and now I can smell the liquor on his breath. Jesus Christ. It's six-thirty, and he's been drinking already. “You will not do this. You don't get to ambush me in my own home. Did you think making me dinner would change things?”I set the meatloaf down in the center of the table before turning to him, hands on my hips. “What is with all the anger? What did I do to you? All I care about is you, and whether you're taking care of