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.

say? I am getting on your nerves?"

me the pleasure of some

tone dripping

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

away with it every single time," Dad accused, glaring at

caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the

here, take this medicine," Clara offered, handing me a glass of water along

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

I swallowed the medicine, allowing

that headache treating

is asking about my well-being!" I responded with feigned

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

Jacob?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve,

and

it better now?" I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing

couldn't help but feel grateful for my

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

noticed his hands clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to contain

even more to your liking?"I suggested as I moved to

not take much effort to see that

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

he watched me intently; The gaze alone

calculated confidence, I allowed my legs to rest on his lap, and his eyes traced a path from my

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

relishing the sensation of his rough touch against my

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

his fingers to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact. I purposefully

struggle and it fueled my desire to push

skin of

the meantime. I did not know if I'd be able

didn't need to control Jacob's hand anymore. It moved on its own or I

of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my top from the end and then his fingers were there,

breath and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a leisurely pace before he pinched

Oh.My.God.

heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole body with a few touches

squeezed it. The last strings of restraints I possessed over myself, faded away,