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.

on your nerves?" He

and I kindly request that you grant me the pleasure of some peace and quiet," I

you..." Dad began, his tone dripping with warning, but I cut

head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of Dad's lectures." "Samuel, get out" she stated without

with it every single

could have sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the ongoing

offered, handing me a glass of water

dragging him away while

swallowed the medicine,

that headache treating you?" Jacob's voice

headache itself is asking about

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

as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve, exposing even more of

my unexpected move, and hunger began to surface in

now?" I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly

feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless

fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed

his hands clenching and unclenching in a futile

I moved

much effort to see that my plan was working-Jacob's

closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the remaining

watched me intently; The gaze alone told everything that he refrained

on his lap, and his eyes traced a path

not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such

hand to my thigh, relishing the sensation of his

once-green eyes seemed to darken with each passing

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

jaw gave me signs of his struggle and it

skin of

the meantime. I did not know if I'd be able to keep myself together or

control Jacob's hand anymore. It moved on its own or I could say, the owner did the

control. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts but instead of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my top

fingers circled

Oh.My.God.

skin but my whole body with a few touches of this alluring man

cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed it. The last strings of restraints I