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All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80
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CATERINAA car door opens and closes outside and my heart lurches. Immediately I fold up the lease agreement I've been studying since I got home, ready to tuck it under the sofa cushion before Dad comes in from dinner with his ex-partner from the police station. He’s usually in a good mood after the two of them spend hours swapping old stories, but that doesn’t mean he’d be in any mood to know I’m ready to move out again.I wait, holding my breath. When a minute passes without him opening the door, all I can do is laugh at myself for being so jumpy. I’m an adult, with a job and capable of making my own choices, yet when it comes to my father, it seems I have no choices.Ever since Tatiana was here last week, I haven’t been able to stop replaying what she said about me giving up my life. She's absolutely right—it's so easy for me to forget about myself. I can't let my father’s problems become my own. He's dead set on hurting himself, drinking too much, and obsessing over making Gianni
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“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
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“Look, I need to leave. There’s nothing for us to talk about. I’ve said everything I need to say. I’ve asked you to stop. Please don’t make me get the police involved.” I’m not sure where the last bit came from. It’s not like I’d actually do it, and I doubt it would do anything to stop him. Nonetheless, I need to try and appear serious.The laugh that fills the air is bitter, unhinged. He crosses the space between us in a second, his hands sink into my hair and he wraps the locks around his fist. My scalp stings, but my traitorous body ignites under his touch. I want him to teach me a lesson. I want him to prove to me he wants me. I want this to be real.Tilting my head back, he stares down at me, his frame pressing against mine. I can feel every delicious inch of him. My scalp throbs, the pricks of pain zipping straight to my core. “Let’s get one thing straight, little bird. Nothing will stop me from possessing you. Not your father, not the police, not some fucking piece of paper tel
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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
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“But what's pain without a little pleasure?” I whisper, nipping at her ear. “It's okay, little bird. I don’t have to take your ass tonight. There is always tomorrow, or months from now. Soon enough though, I’ll take your ass, Caterina. And when I do, you’ll be begging me to do it.”She lets out a guttural moan as I tease her ass, and I wonder how much of it is anticipation running underneath her fear. I’m vividly reminded of how difficult that first thrust inside her pussy is, and the thought of her tight ass struggling to take my cock as well excites me. So tiny and fragile. The fact that I could so easily break her, but I choose not to.“You've been bad, which means you must be punished,” I tell her. “Unfortunately, none of my methods have worked so far, so instead of denying you what you want, your punishment should be making you see how easily your body betrays you. It knows how bad you want and need me, yet somehow you deny yourself that.”My cock is hard as steel, dripping with
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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
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I can hear the way Dad used to tease her whenever she was behind the wheel. He hated riding as a passenger when she drove since she drove so much slower than he did. “I have precious cargo onboard.” She’d wink at me in the mirror as she’d say it.Mom would’ve been driving slower, especially if it was raining hard, though somehow she was moving fast enough to crush the front of the car on impact.My hands start to tremble, and I can barely minimize my browser window. I can’t have it sitting right out in the open in case somebody walks past—even more I can’t sit and stare at the car any longer. It makes my head spin and my heart race as a cold sweat clings to the back of my neck.Why would she be driving that fast in the rain? Cars used to fly past her on the highway—I recall hearing horns blaring so many times, where every so often, somebody would flip her the bird as they passed by. I learned a few filthy words during those car rides, mainly from the frustrated drivers as they passed.
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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
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CATERINAThere's meatloaf in the oven and mashed potatoes being kept warm on the stove. I even bought Dad’s favorite ice cream on the way home. It's pretty lame, except it's all I have. It’s the only weapon at my disposal to bring my father around for an actual conversation with him about Mom. The promise of a good meal, something it seems like he misses out on when I’m not around. He's been a stranger the past few days, coming home late and leaving the house early.The only evidence I have of him being here is the dishes in the sink every morning and a damp towel on the bathroom floor. He's been treating this place like a hotel, and me the housekeeper. I think the worst part of all is that I don’t mind. The least I can do is take care of him, since he's doing me a favor by letting me stay. I won’t be here forever. I have every intention of leaving. I'll have to either piss or get off the pot soon regarding that lease, but I will sign it. I only asked for a few days to work on a few t
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“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
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