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

grant me the pleasure of some

dripping with warning, but I cut

could you please handle your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of Dad's lectures." "Samuel, get out" she stated

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

caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle

this medicine," Clara offered, handing me a glass

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

swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to sink

treating

is asking about

downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had shifted, revealing

asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve, exposing even more

unexpected move, and hunger began

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

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

on my fingers as they delicately brushed against

I noticed his hands clenching

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

did not take much effort to see that my plan was working-Jacob's expression told it

to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the remaining distance between

watched me intently; The gaze alone told everything that he

his lap, and his eyes traced a

to not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a

his rough touch against my bare skin-an exhilarating sensation that surpassed any

each passing second, a reflection of

I grasped his other hand and brought his fingers to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact. I purposefully brushed my lips against

and it fueled my

skin of my neck

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

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

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

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

Oh.My.God.

wetness pooled my bottom, the heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole body with a few touches of this alluring

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