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.

a hint of remorse,"

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

"How?" He seemed suspicious.

first, you need

argument, he walked closer to me, a persistent frown still

couldn't suppress my smile any longer, and he seemed to

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 call it? Oh yeah," I concluded with

his skin

deepening, "It's up

and kissed the corner of his mouth before speaking,

and shook

of his mouth and placed

"Still not enough."

bridge of his nose. "Still

shaking his head

had to hold back a giggle.

about this?" I moved in and planted

at this point,

"Enough?"

replied,

his lips, "I think I know how to make

for then?" he asked,

I murmured before pressing my lips against his. Our eyes closed simultaneously. Perhaps the sensation of each other's lips was just too good for us. Well, it certainly was.

caress of his lips and tongue, he

had never thought it was possible to be in love like this, but this man had proven me wrong.

breath, but neither of us was willing to break 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

I asked, a smile breaking across

planting a quick peck on my

painting, Mr. Adriano

slipped his arms around me from behind. "What if I take the blame this time?" his

the palette, "I'm afraid you'll have to

as he buried his head

This man...

it's a no. No sex

I want it to be finished later," he kissed

back of my paintbrush, I

"What the heck?!"

your portrait, but I'm the one painting it, so you have got no say

"This is not fair."

I just needed to match his contours and skin tone for my sleeping beauty. I was sure he hadn't figured out yet that this was a depiction

"Evelyn, come on."

the corner or I throw you out of