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.

say? I am getting on your nerves?" He asked.

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

began, his tone dripping with warning,

you please handle your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding,

it every single time," Dad accused, glaring at

a hint of

offered, handing me a glass of water

she seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding

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

treating you?" Jacob's voice

about my

as his gaze wandered downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had

tugged on the

and hunger began to surface in his

I slid the top slightly lower,

but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless that

fixated on my fingers as they delicately brushed

could sense his breathing becoming heavier, and I noticed his hands clenching

even more to your liking?"I suggested as I moved to the other sleeve and slid it down

that my plan was working-Jacob's

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

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

on his lap, and his eyes traced

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

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

darken with each passing second, a reflection of the escalating tension between

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 his skin,

clenched jaw gave me signs of his struggle and it fueled

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

own breathing grew heavier in the meantime. I did not know if I'd be able to keep myself together or end up crushing under the warmth

on its

His fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts but instead of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my top from the end and then

His fingers circled my nipple at

Oh.My.God.

the heat entrenched not just my skin but my

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