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!"

confess I did laugh," he sighed,

"No."

"And why is that?"

it was at the start, "Because, let's face it, you never seem to understand anything." "And

I've observed," I asserted, feeling a surge of courage urging me forward, "You have 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 kicked in, "To keep you out of my thoughts once and for all." I let out.

miraculously accomplish what you couldn't achieve

Holy...!

every other thought from my head. The intense heat seeped into my skin, causing

knew. He knew

it, his words, within the solitary boundaries of these questions, were

it opened due to the conflicting emotions that had caused

that..." I couldn't finish

me differently, the way you would hurriedly avert your gaze to avoid exposing your emotions- I knew

caressing my exposed shoulder, the delicate strap of my black midi dress providing minimal

was an undeniable allure to being his prey. Never had I imagined that being pursued

I spoke, my emotions becoming a tangled mess

looking back at him, I turned, intending to make my way toward the exit. However, I did not

The cold marble surface of the counter greeted my skin as my back slammed against

placing me on the

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

That was it.

Yes. That was it.

heat that surged through my entire being as my eyes locked with his. The heat exploded in my lower abdomen, and the water bottle soon fell from my trembling hand but that mess on

body to submit to him. Let him ruin me already and not utter a single

His voice, a deep and suppressed growl, reverberated against my skin as his chest pressed against mine, creating a mesmerising vibration. "Just because I am restraining myself from the pleasure of having my way with you, doesn't mean I desire anything in this world 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 over and

Oh. My. God.

this was Jacob talking to me

thoughts those words alone

don't desire to take you to my room, bend you over and fuck you till the

cursed under his breath hearing

control the way he was making me lose mine. Our heavy breaths mingled in the charged air. Desire clouded everything around us, blocking every escape route. Yet, I could sense his

ravish me without a care for this world,

nose against the delicate

to balance myself tightened their hold on the fabric for some reason thinking that it would be the only one

jaw where 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

and the worst

not think of anything else other than Jacob and the things

placed a lingering kiss at the corner of my mouth making 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

with a gentle touch, his finger gliding from the base of my neck to the exposed skin of my bare shoulder.

the desire swarming in the green of his eyes,

hopes, shattered by his

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

and I wouldn't let him deny us

I grabbed his hands and settled them on my

"Evelyn...."