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

me the pleasure of some peace and

you..." Dad began, his tone dripping with warning,

fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of Dad's lectures." "Samuel,

she gets away with it every single

sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled

Clara offered, handing me a glass of water along

him away while scolding

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

headache treating you?" Jacob's voice

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

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

asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string

by my unexpected move, and hunger

top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a hint

help but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to

my fingers as they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid the

hands

your liking?"I suggested as I moved to the other sleeve

that my plan was working-Jacob's expression told

I think I know what's best," I asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling

The gaze alone told everything that he refrained himself

his lap, and his eyes traced a path

myself in such a scandalising position in

the sensation of his rough touch

seemed to darken with each passing second, a reflection

lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact. I purposefully brushed my lips against his skin, ensuring he

me signs of his struggle and it fueled my desire to push the boundaries

skin of my neck

heavier in the meantime. I did not know if I'd be able to keep myself together or end up crushing under the

It moved on its own

shorts but instead of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my top

and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled my

Oh.My.God.

the heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole

The last strings of restraints