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

grant me the pleasure of some peace

began, his tone dripping with warning, but I

pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one

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

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

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

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

I swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to

that headache treating you?"

well, the headache itself is asking about my well-being!" I

gaze wandered downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had shifted, revealing more skin than intended.

my voice, as I tugged on

appeared stunned by my unexpected move, and hunger began

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

feel grateful for my

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

could sense his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his hands clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to contain his growing

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

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

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

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

and his eyes traced a path from my thighs

hard to not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of him, however, I managed to keep

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

darken with each passing second, a

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

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

it to graze the skin of my neck and descend towards the curvature

know if I'd be

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

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

my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a

Oh.My.God.

but my whole

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