My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 7 : Burning Desire

Evelyn

Frustrated and overwhelmed, I leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to calm myself down. I took a deep breath, attempting to push aside the swirling emotions that threatened to consume me. I couldn't deny the truth, though. My feelings for Jacob ran deep, and his obliviousness to them only intensified my frustration.

Oh, how I loathed it! His enigmatic ways. His riddles and ways of overlooking the very things I wanted him to understand.

It was solely intentional, a calculated choice. He was not a damn child to be clueless about the fact that I have liked him for years and I still did. I was fucking obsessed with him and this dude simply couldn't care less to give a fuck about that.

Enough was enough! I was done.

Fuck Jacob Adriano!

"Guess there's one thing you can't..." The bitch inside my head interjected, maliciously aiming to worsen my already frayed mood with her offensive remark.

"Well...to hell with you too, you little snake!" I snapped back, silencing the conversation inside my head.

God! I hated these mood swings and my life even more!

I was well aware that I was overreacting, yet I couldn't help myself. One moment, he'd shower me with flirtatious charm, and the next, he'd transform into a bloody philosopher. Bloody devil!

In a fit of frustration and anger, I snatched a cold water bottle from the fridge, slamming the door shut, hoping it would quell the boiling rage within me.

Attempting to twist open the bottle cap, I found myself engaged in a ridiculous battle with a minuscule piece of plastic. Yes, you guessed it-this damn thing refused to budge. Once again, I strained to open the stubborn bottle, but it remained resolutely sealed.

Am I this weak and stupid?

"Perhaps you are, or else who'd consider banging her dad's best friend?"-That bitch dared to speak again.

My attention wavered, now fixated on yelling at that inner voice, until I heard heavy footsteps drawing near.

I knew who it was so I did not bother to glance back to reconfirm.

He approached and positioned himself beside me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I found it to be unreasonable to engage in a conversation with him.

Instead of acknowledging his presence, I redirected my attention to the next seemingly impossible mission-opening the bottle cap. It became my sole focus, my own personal Everest.

I could sense his eyes fixed on me, observing my every futile attempt.

"Let me help you," he finally offered, after witnessing several minutes of my fruitless struggle, attempting to reach for the bottle.

"No, I can handle things on my own," I snapped curtly, swiftly withdrawing the bottle from his grasp.

I could have sworn I heard him stifle a chuckle, an infuriating cherry atop my kingdom of useless anger.

"If you're here to mock me, then kindly leave," I seethed through clenched teeth, still refusing to meet his eyes and unwavering in my determination to conquer the task at hand. "Evelyn... I wasn't laughing at you," he said, his voice softer than ever.

Fuck it!

"I don't believe you!"

did laugh," he sighed, "Now will you please look

"No."

"And why is that?"

"Because, let's face it,

a talent for avoiding reality, while I prefer to confront it. So, it's better if I stay away from you... to...," I paused for a second, debating whether or not I should say the next words, but then my courage

you forget about me? That you'll somehow, miraculously accomplish what you

Holy...!

seeped into my skin, causing my determination

knew. He knew it

boundaries of these questions, were all the

the silent kitchen. Perhaps it opened due to the conflicting emotions that had caused me to apply extra force. But at that moment, I no longer had the

that..." I couldn't finish my sentence as he cut

eyes began to speak volumes, your feelings. It was the instant you started to look at me differently, the way you would hurriedly avert your gaze to avoid exposing your emotions- I knew it, I knew it from the day you laid your eyes on

breath gently caressing my exposed shoulder, the delicate strap of my black midi dress

his prey. Never had I imagined that being pursued could feel

my emotions becoming a tangled mess as

looking back at him, I turned, intending to make

my feet were no longer on the ground. The cold marble surface of the counter greeted my skin as my back slammed against the wall,

took a moment for me to register that Jacob had lifted me effortlessly by my thighs, placing me on the counter. Now, as I became acutely aware of how close we were,

were dangerously brushing against mine as he stood between my thighs, his hands settled on both sides of my waist and they pulled me,

That was it.

Yes. That was it.

heat exploded in my lower abdomen, and the water bottle soon fell from my trembling hand but that mess on the floor did not concern me more than the one between my thighs,

to him. Let him ruin me already and not

more than taking you here, right on this counter, hard and fast, all night long," He lowered his voice, a smirk curving at the corner of his lips, "Till you can't take it anymore and I have had enough of you screaming my name

Oh. My. God.

believe that this was

alone aroused were undeniably

not to take you right now when you look so incredibly sexy and tempting in that black little dress, doesn't mean I don't desire to take you to my room, bend you over and fuck you till the sun goes up." He wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed it, earning a breathy moan from me as he ground his bulge against my wet heat covered with

his breath

his control the way he was making me lose mine. Our heavy breaths mingled in the charged

wanted him to do exactly what he had said- I wanted him to ravish me without a care for this world, but I also knew he wouldn't do

He pressed his nose against the delicate skin on my neck, inhaling

his shirt to balance myself tightened their hold on the fabric for some reason thinking that it would be the only one that'd help me fall from the edge of this overpowering enigma of desire and.....the temptation

he titled my face so that his lips could find their way to the sensitive skin there. Every inch of my skin was set on fire that will never deter. And as his lips landed more and more feather-like kisses, the

down there and the worst thing was that I did

think of anything else other than Jacob and

me grip his shirt even tighter, his minty breath fanned my face and the collision

his lips would finally meet mine, an agonising pause hung in the air- He stopped. His face hovered so

gentle touch, his finger gliding from the base of my neck

the desire swarming in the green

my hopes,

from my face and then after a long look at me he attempted to pull away but I refused to let him escape. I hooked my legs around him, stopping him from pulling

closeness, and I wouldn't let him deny us both what we truly desired I was

in every way," I grabbed his hands and settled

"Evelyn...."