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.

I kindly request that you grant me the pleasure of

dripping with warning,

handle your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one

she gets away with it every single time," Dad accused,

hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the ongoing

me a

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

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

that headache treating you?"

headache itself is asking about my

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

a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on

appeared stunned by my unexpected move, and hunger began to surface in

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

couldn't help but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go

lips, his gaze fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed

I noticed his hands clenching

your liking?"I suggested as I moved to

effort to see that my plan was working-Jacob's expression told it

asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the remaining distance

me intently; The gaze alone told everything

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

not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of him,

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

eyes seemed to darken with each passing second, a reflection of

a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact. I

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

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

I'd be able to keep

It moved on its own or I could say,

of my shorts but instead of moving inside,

fingers circled

Oh.My.God.

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

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