My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 8 : Touch Of Fire

Evelyn

I awoke to the merciless grip of a pounding headache. A very bad one indeed.

Grimacing, I instinctively pressed my fingers against the throbbing side of my forehead, while taking small sips of the coffee Clara had handed me just moments ago.

"Why does your headache scream of a night drowned in alcohol?" Dad asked, arching one of his eyebrows as he nonchalantly crunched on a packet of chips.

Dad and his knack for suspicion. Just unbelievable!

"Yes, I drowned in a tank of it." I scoffed.

A frown etched across his face as my words sank in, but before he could respond, Clara swiftly intervened.

"Samuel, let her be," she scolded, her voice firm, "Don't bother her!"

"How am I bothering her?" Dad asked, his disbelief evident.

"You are," Clara asserted, her tone unwavering. "By bombarding her with pointless questions at this moment."

"I was merely curious about the cause of her sudden headache. There must be something more to it," Dad persisted, his suspicious gaze fixated on me once again.

Apparently, he attributed my headache to alcohol.

But how could I possibly reveal to him that the true culprit was his best friend? That infuriatingly handsome Italian devil who had invaded my dreams! Ugh! I must put an end to these thoughts.

"I can assure you that Evelyn's headache has nothing to do with what you're suspecting," Suddenly his voice buzzed.

Well, speak of the devil, and the devil appears.

Jacob sauntered closer, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

"She had only a glass of wine, nothing more," he said, briefly glancing at me before directing his gaze at my dad.

"Is that the truth, or are you just trying to cover for her?" Dad questioned, his doubt palpable.

"Oh trust me, the last thing your beloved best friend wants is to alleviate my troubles," I retorted with a scoff, lifting the cup to my lips once again.

Jacob remained silent, his intense stare locked on me. However, my dad on the other hand had quite an opinion.

"Then why do you get yourself into problems anyway?"

"Dad! Please, don't get on my nerves right now." I frowned at him.

"What did you just say? I am getting on your nerves?" He asked. Disbelief was etched on his face.

"Yes, and I kindly request that you grant me the pleasure of some peace and quiet," I replied, mustering a smile.

"Evelyn, you..." Dad began, his tone dripping with warning, but I cut him off.

"Clara, could you please handle your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of Dad's lectures." "Samuel, get out" she stated without hesitation.

"Because of you, she gets away with it every single time," Dad accused, glaring at me which I gladly returned.

I could have sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the ongoing family drama.

"Evelyn, here, take this medicine," Clara offered, handing me a glass of water along with a pill.

"And as for you, come with me," she seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding him along the way until they disappeared from my sight.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to sink into the comfort of the couch.

"How's that headache treating you?" Jacob's voice inquired.

"Well, well, the headache itself is asking about my well-being!" I responded with feigned surprise.

He was about to reply, but his words died on his lips as his gaze wandered downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had shifted, revealing more skin than intended.

At that moment, the most deviant idea of the century popped into my mind.

"Enjoying the view, Jacob?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve, exposing even more of my skin.

He appeared stunned by my unexpected move, and hunger began to surface in his eyes.

"Or is it better now?" I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a hint of my bosom.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless that day.

He dryly licked his lips, his gaze fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid the top further down.

I could sense his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his hands clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to contain his growing desire. "Perhaps this is even more to your liking?"I suggested as I moved to the other sleeve and slid it down as well.

It did not take much effort to see that my plan was working-Jacob's expression told it all.

"You know what? I think I know what's best," I asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the remaining distance between us.

The whole time he watched me intently; The gaze alone told everything that he refrained himself from doing.

With calculated confidence, I allowed my legs to rest on his lap, and his eyes traced a path from my thighs up to meet my gaze.

It was hard to not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of him, however, I managed to keep myself together.

"Let me show you," I whispered, guiding his hand to my thigh, relishing the sensation of his rough touch against my bare skin-an exhilarating sensation that surpassed any other I had ever experienced.

His once-green eyes seemed to darken with each passing second, a reflection of the escalating tension between us.

Without hesitation, I grasped his

other hand and brought his fingers to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss

upon them, without breaking emet

contact. I purposefully brushed my lips against his skin, ensuring he felt every delicate touch.

His clenched jaw gave me signs of his struggle and it fueled my desire to push the boundaries further.

Guiding his hand downward, I allowed it to graze the skin of my neck and descend towards the curvature of my cleavage.

My own breathing grew heavier in the meantime. I did not know if I'd be able to keep myself together or end up crushing under the warmth of his skin. Apparently, I didn't need to control Jacob's hand anymore. It moved on its own or I could say, the owner did the work.

He moved his hand downwards, fully

taking control. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts but instead moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my top from the end and then his fingers were there, brushing past my nipple.

I sucked in a breath and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a leisurely pace before he pinched it between his fingers. Oh. My.God.

The wetness pooled my bottom, the heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole body with a few touches of this alluring man in front of me.

And then he cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed it. The last strings of restraints I possessed over myself, faded away, into nothingness. Throughout the encounter, Jacob's focus remained solely on me, intently observing every subtle reaction that escaped my control.

"Oh my." I moaned lowly and bit down my lip.

He grabbed my thighs and dragged me closer. A gasp slipped past my lips but I didn't get the time to register anything as he was immediate to latch his mouth on my neck.

"So fucking perfect," He murmured, slowly his hand went around my hip tightening his grip there.

God, damn!

His hunger-filled kisses moved from my neck to my jaw.

My hand flew to tangle my fingers into his silky hair locks and keep him where he was.

The intensity of his movements urged me to lose my calm and drown in the ecstasy right there. This man knew how to get a woman under his control, this man exactly knew how to get make me surrender by barely doing anything.

Taking his sweet time, he released

my breast from his hold and

wrapped his hand around my throat. Finally when his eyes fell on my lips.....he looked like a hungry animal ready to feast on me and I certainly did not have any intention to stop him.

He leaned in, drawing nearer to kiss me, and I reciprocated, closing the distance between us. However, his body abruptly stiffened, as if a wave of realisation had washed over him.

Well...?

Letting out a heavy sigh, he shook his head and forcefully withdrew his hands, as though my very touch had scorched his skin.

"This isn't right," he said, "We can't do this, Evelyn."

"What?" I stammered, taken aback.

"This is not right. We shouldn't be doing this," he repeated, as he stood up and shook his head, looking conflicted himself.

"What is wrong with you?" I couldn't hold back any longer. "One moment, you act as if you want me, and the next, you retreat as if you're trapped by arbitrary rules and so-called morals."

"You don't understand, Evelyn," he sighed, "This is wrong, incredibly wrong for both of us."

"Or maybe it's just you who cares too much, who's afraid to take a risk," I retorted, rising to my feet. "I'm sorry, Jacob, but you're either acting like a coward or perhaps you truly are one."

His jaw ticked and his expression changed.

I was well aware that I had hit some nerves and he'd not taken it lightly at all, but at that moment I could care less to give a fuck about that.

"But since you want it to be this way then fine, be it, " I smoothed my top and shrugged nonchalantly, "I'll forget all of these that have happened so erase it all from your mind too."

"Plenty more fishes are in the sea, anyways," I threw my hair over my shoulder and walked out of the room, without sparing another glance at him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.