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

grant me the pleasure of

began, his tone dripping

your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of

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

have sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled

here, take this medicine," Clara offered, handing me a

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

I swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to sink into the comfort of

headache treating you?"

about my well-being!" I responded with feigned

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

asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on

stunned by my unexpected move, and hunger

the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a

grateful for my impulsive choice to go

dryly licked his lips, his gaze fixated on my fingers as they delicately

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

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

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

asserted, inching closer to him, slowly crawling over the couch to bridge the

intently; The gaze alone told everything that he refrained himself from

his lap, and his eyes traced a path

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

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

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

my lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact. I purposefully brushed my lips against his skin, ensuring

signs of his struggle and it

graze the skin of my neck and descend towards the

not know if I'd be able to

on its own or I could say, the owner did the

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

my head backwards. His fingers circled my nipple at a leisurely pace before

Oh.My.God.

skin but my whole body

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