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.

at you, not a hint of remorse," he

I observed him. "Come

"How?" He seemed suspicious.

you, but first, you

persistent frown still etched between his brows. Gosh, he could be really cute

smile any longer, and he seemed to notice it, giving me a suspicious look.

I replied, closing the last bit of distance between us. I slipped my arms around his neck and tiptoed to reach his level as I leaned closer to his face. "Tell me, what can I do to make up for my... what did you

of his

his lips, his voice deepening, "It's up to you, isn't it? What

kissed the corner of

and shook his head, "Too

I moved to the other corner of his mouth and placed a lingering kiss there.

"Still not enough."

time, I kissed the bridge

not enough," he sighed, shaking his

back a giggle. This man was certainly

moved in and planted a

relax at this

"Enough?"

replied, his

finally leaning closer to his lips, "I think I know how to make

you waiting for then?" he asked, his

Perhaps the sensation of each other's lips was just too good for us.

each caress of his lips and tongue, he left a tantalizing sensation all over me, sparks shooting through

love like this, but this man

good. He kissed me deeply, devouring me, my mouth, sucking and biting on my lips until

I asked, a smile breaking across my

right," he chuckled before planting a quick peck on my lips. "God,

let's get back to the painting, Mr. Adriano because I know if we don't start right now, we'll end

behind. "What if I take the blame this

the painting needs to be finished, doesn't it?" I laughed as I grabbed the palette, "I'm afraid

mumbled as he buried his head into

This man...

a no. No sex before

later,"

my paintbrush, I

"What the heck?!"

the one painting it, so you have got no say in this," I asserted,

"This is not fair."

can you be so horny all the time, huh?" I chuckled before resuming my painting. The lines were almost perfect; I just needed to match his contours and skin

"Evelyn, come on."

go to the corner