All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My jaw aches; I'm clenching it so hard. I want to tell her she doesn’t know me. Doesn’t have the first clue, but even so nothing I say to her will matter.Bob lets out a bubble of laughter, yet he's a lot gentler about it than I would be. “If you consider the millions Mr. Rossetti has offered you as an example of stinginess, it's clear we'll never come to a final agreement. Mrs. Rossetti, I've been handling marital disputes and divorce agreements for thirty years, and I've never had a client willingly offer such a generous percentage of their net worth. Mr. Rossetti has not once threatened to reduce his original offer. He only refuses to increase it. I’m not your lawyer, but if I could give you a piece of advice, it would be to take the offer.”“So I won't get another red penny.” She folds her arms over her chest, arching an eyebrow. “Not a single cent?” She tilts her head to the side, examining me. ”I thought you were motivated now?” Laughter dances behind her otherwise empty eyes, a

I mean, he thinks he finally found the evidence he needed to pin my mother’s murder on your dad. Sure, why not? I'll just hammer the final nail into the coffin and completely ruin everybody's life. One confession and I’ll destroy her relationship with her father, my relationship with mine, and any hope of a future with Gianni. I bite my tongue. I don't know how much longer I will be able to keep all of this to myself. The truth is eating me up inside.“Between you and me, he's been drinking.” Her face crumbles a little like she's genuinely sorry to hear it. I know it's disloyal to him, but it's better for her to take his attitude as some kind of drunken rage than to know the truth. If she ever thought Gianni did what Dad swears he did, it would break her heart. She's already been through too much. Plus, she already has one parent who has done nothing but disappoint, neglect, and hurt her. I can't take away the one good parent she has left.“Ugh. How long has it been going on?”“I have

Her head rolls from side to side, and she pulls up her shirt with her left hand, exposing her heaving tits. She takes one in her hand, massaging, tweaking the nipple until her teeth sink into her lip. She tries to contain a moan but can't entirely, and the soft sound makes my balls lift. That sound, the sound of pleasure. That's all I want to give her.Her fingers move in a blur over her clit, her touch light, and soon her hips jerk rhythmically while her breath quickens. So does mine, my rasps filling the air, my heart racing while I fist my cock faster while careening toward the edge the way she is.“Come with me,” I grunt, staring at her pussy, tightening my grip the way her cunt would tighten around me if I were inside her now. Goddammit, I want to be inside her. Now, always, forever.She opens her mouth to moan again, and this time there’s a name to go along with it. “Gianni...”Fuck. It's that single word moaning at the last moment before her hips lift, and she goes still, that

“Everything with Amalia can be worked out, though not if you run away from me. I haven’t even had a chance to explain things to you.” Again, he grabs my leg, and I slap his hand away again. I can’t think straight while he’s touching me.“Explain?!” My voice raises, anger raining down on me. “There would be nothing to explain if you would’ve let me decide for myself,” I remind him, closing my legs tight while folding my arms over my chest. The last thing I want to do is deny him, for it means denying myself. I have to remain strong, however. Especially when I crave him too much. It would be so easy to give in and think it over later.“To decide what?” he challenges.“Why should I allow you the opportunity to explain yourself when you didn’t give me the chance to decide if I wanted to be the other woman? You didn't even tell me you two were still married. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was for her to come in and throw that in my face? And there I was, embarrassed, wishing the f

Reaching for the door, he flips the lock. “Go…for now. Just remember, the time will come when you’ll have no choice but to face reality. No matter how you think you feel or how determined you are to let the world tell you what you should want, there is one thing that will never happen, and that’s me letting you go. I’ll spend forever reminding you of how powerless you are against what’s between us, until you stop fighting it.”With my fingers around the door handle, I whisper, “Stop trying. You’re wasting your time.”The last thing I want is to get out of the car and leave him behind, knowing I’ve wounded him. My wounds are even deeper, though. Because I can’t figure out why resisting him is so impossible. And I can’t figure out what kind of person it makes me when I give in again and again.My head is spinning, and my body trembles from shame and disappointment as I get behind the wheel of my car. He gets out of his car, slips behind the wheel, and pulls out of his space without hesi