My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 47 When Time Stood Still

Evelyn

Jacob Adriano was strange-enigmatic and weird, to be precise. Why did I suddenly arrive at this conclusion? Well, the reason isn't akin to a lengthy explanation or a solution as explosive as an atom bomb. It was rather simple. Extremely simple, actually. It all boiled down to him placing the blame squarely on me for our failure to complete the painting the previous night. Yes, this Italian man truly believed that it was my fault. Ironic, right?

"I still can't believe you're unwilling to change your statement," I remarked incredulously. His unwavering determination grated on my nerves. I had a conflicting urge to either punch him in the face or kiss him. Ugh! I despised the fact that he was so fucking handsome!

"Why should I change my words? The blame lies with you. You're the reason we wasted the entire night. It's entirely your fault," he casually strolled over to the painting supplies, handing me a set of brushes. "Come on, we need to paint."

My jaw nearly hit the floor. The audacity!

"Hey, you're the one who couldn't keep his dick to yourself," I snapped, shooting him a piercing glare. "Don't try to pin it on me!"

I saw a smirk forming on his lips, and I couldn't believe he found it amusing. What a jerk!

"That was your doing. You shouldn't have looked so irresistibly sexy and seductive," he declared, his tone unwavering. "I was an innocent man before you came along, Evelyn. You've corrupted me." This time, my jaw actually dropped to the floor.

He couldn't be serious right now!

"What? An innocent man?" I dropped the brushes and strode to his side, resting my hands on my hips, "What did you just say?!"

"You heard me right. I was a very religious man before you," he declared, looking smug. "But you, being the devil, diverted my path, and now..."

"You fucking liar!" I yanked at his ear, and he groaned in pain, "Religious? That term doesn't even come close to describing you."

"Ouch, Evelyn, that hurts," he protested, attempting to pull away from my grasp, but I held on even tighter.

"As it should. First, you blame me for us losing the night and not finishing the painting, and now you declare yourself a saint and me the devil? You need a lesson."

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry," he conceded, hurriedly, sounding almost like a scolded child, "Now, let go of my ear."

A smile threatened to surface on my face, but I suppressed it, "First, I want a proper apology."

"What? No."

"Excuse me?!" I twisted his ear, and he groaned in pain again.

"Fuck, fine! I'm sorry."

"That's more like it, good boy," I said, flashing him a grin and releasing his ear.

"That was..." he searched for the right word while he rubbed his red ear, "barbaric."

"Oh, really? Thank you," I picked up the brushes and moved closer to the canvas, which was now placed before my vanity. Well, we had moved to my room after successfully wasting the entire night. The blame lay with Jacob, but despite my attempts to steer the conversation toward painting, he seemed more interested in sex.

The result? A successfully wasted the night and an unfinished portrait.

hint of remorse,"

I observed him. "Come here, you big baby. Let me make up for my

"How?" He seemed suspicious.

show you, but first, you need

me, a persistent frown still

couldn't suppress my smile any longer, and he seemed to notice it, giving me a suspicious look.

face. "Tell me, what can I do to make up for my... what

as his arms encircled me, pulling me closer. Our chests pressed together, and the warmth of his skin effortlessly transferred to mine through the fragile fabric of his

began, a smile spreading across his lips, his voice deepening, "It's up to you, isn't it? What

corner of his mouth

shook his head, "Too

to the other corner of his mouth and placed a lingering

"Still not enough."

kissed the bridge of his nose. "Still not

he sighed, shaking his head with mock

back a giggle. This man was certainly something

and planted a tender kiss on his

this

"Enough?"

he replied, his gaze

I asked softly, before finally leaning closer to his lips, "I think I know how to make it 'enough'," I whispered against

are you waiting for then?" he

simultaneously. Perhaps the sensation of each other's lips was just too good for us. Well, it certainly was. You're a lucky woman,

my tongue into his mouth, taking it slow. With each caress of his lips and tongue, he left a tantalizing sensation all over me, sparks shooting through my veins. Butterflies erupted in

love like this, but this man

the kiss; it just felt too good. He kissed me deeply, devouring me, my mouth, sucking and biting on my lips until we finally parted. He rested his forehead against mine, both of us

asked, a smile breaking

damn right," he chuckled before planting a quick peck on my lips. "God, I love you so

nose before finally letting go of him and turning around. "Now, let's get back to the painting, Mr. Adriano because I know

me from behind. "What if I take the blame

the palette, "I'm afraid you'll have to keep your hands to yourself this

quick," he mumbled as he buried his head

This man...

No

to be finished later," he kissed my shoulder, his hands moving to cup my

back of my paintbrush,

"What the heck?!"

no say in this," I

"This is not fair."

huh?" I chuckled before resuming my painting. The lines were almost perfect; I just needed to match his contours and skin

"Evelyn, come on."

Now, either you go to the corner or I throw you out of my