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.

did you just say? I am getting on your nerves?"

pleasure of some peace and quiet," I replied, mustering a

you..." Dad began, his tone dripping with

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

it every single time,"

a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the

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

seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding him along the

sigh of relief escaped my lips as I swallowed the medicine,

headache treating

well, the headache itself is asking about my

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 of the century popped

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

move, and hunger

slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a

but feel grateful for my impulsive

they delicately brushed against my skin while I slid the

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

as I moved to the other sleeve and slid it down as

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

closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch

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

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

hard to not get nervous whilst I was putting myself in such a scandalising position in front of

his hand to my thigh, relishing the sensation of his rough touch

seemed to darken with each passing second, a

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, ensuring he felt

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

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

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

hand anymore. It moved on its own or I could say, the owner did

instead of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He slipped his hand inside my

breath and threw my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a leisurely pace before he pinched

Oh.My.God.

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

squeezed it. The last strings of restraints I possessed over