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.

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

that you grant me the pleasure of some peace and quiet," I replied, mustering a

tone dripping with warning, but I cut

to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one

it every single time," Dad

of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the

medicine," Clara offered, handing me a glass of water along with a

she seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding him along the way

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

headache treating you?" Jacob's voice

well, the headache itself is asking about my well-being!"

but his words died on his lips as his gaze wandered downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The

tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve,

my unexpected move, and hunger

I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a hint of

but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless

his gaze fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid the top further

his hands clenching and unclenching in

as I moved to

take much effort to see that my

I asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch

The gaze alone told everything that he refrained himself

my legs to rest on his lap, and his eyes traced a path from my thighs up to meet my

putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of him, however, I managed to

his hand to my thigh, relishing the sensation of his

each passing second, a reflection

gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact.

and it fueled

hand downward, I allowed it to graze the skin of my neck and descend

did not know if I'd be able to keep myself together or end up

Jacob's hand anymore. It moved on its own or I could

inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped

breath and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled

Oh.My.God.

my whole

it. The last strings of restraints I possessed over