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.

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

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

Dad began, his tone dripping with warning, but

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

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

sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst

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

seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding

swallowed the medicine, allowing my

that headache treating you?" Jacob's voice

is asking about my well-being!" I responded

my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had shifted, revealing more skin than intended. At that moment, the most deviant idea

in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve, exposing

my unexpected move, and hunger began to

better now?" I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a hint of

my impulsive choice to go braless

fingers as they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid

I noticed his hands clenching and

liking?"I suggested as I moved to the other sleeve and slid

take much effort to see that my plan was

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

The gaze

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

hard to not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front

I whispered, guiding his hand to my thigh, relishing the sensation of his rough touch against my bare skin-an exhilarating sensation

once-green eyes seemed to darken with each passing second, a

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

and it fueled my desire to push the

downward, I allowed it to graze the skin of my

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

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

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

and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a

Oh.My.God.

the heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole body with a

breast in his hand and squeezed it. The last strings of