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

kindly request that you grant me the pleasure of some peace and

Dad began, his tone dripping with warning, but I cut

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

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

caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the ongoing

me a glass of water along with

as for you, come with me," she seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding him along the

my lips as I swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to sink into

headache treating you?"

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

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

the view, Jacob?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on

move, and hunger began to surface

better now?" I slid the top slightly

for my impulsive choice to go

gaze fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid

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

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

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

what's best," I asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the

gaze alone told

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

whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of him, however, I managed

his rough touch against my bare skin-an exhilarating sensation that surpassed any other I had ever

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

pressing a gentle kiss upon

his struggle and it

graze the skin of my neck and

know if I'd be able to keep myself together or end up

It moved on its own or I could

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

His fingers circled my

Oh.My.God.

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

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