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.

I am getting on your nerves?" He asked. Disbelief was etched on his

pleasure of some peace and quiet,"

dripping with warning,

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

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

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

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

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

medicine, allowing my body to sink

that headache treating you?"

asking about

as his gaze wandered downward, catching 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 into my

the view, 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 my

and hunger began to surface in his

I slid the top slightly lower,

help but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless that

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

becoming heavier, and I noticed his hands clenching and unclenching

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

to see that my plan was

inching closer to him, slowly

time 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

was putting myself in such

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

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

hesitation, I grasped his other hand and brought his fingers to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss upon them, without breaking eye contact.

me signs of his struggle and it fueled my desire to

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

if I'd be able to keep myself together

Jacob's hand anymore. It moved on its own

waistband of my shorts but instead of moving inside, it travelled upwards-He

His fingers circled my nipple at a leisurely pace

Oh.My.God.

my bottom, the heat entrenched not just my skin but my whole body with a few touches of this alluring man in front

it. The last strings of restraints I