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.

you, not a hint of remorse," he said, his disbelief

my lips as I observed him. "Come here,

"How?" He seemed suspicious.

first, you need to come

a persistent frown still etched between

he seemed

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 call it? Oh yeah," I concluded with a soft chuckle, "barbaric act. What do I need to do to

closer. Our chests pressed together, and the warmth of his skin effortlessly transferred to mine through the fragile fabric of his shirt-I was already developing a fondness for

up to you, isn't it? What

corner of his mouth

and shook his head,

other corner of his mouth and placed a

"Still not enough."

kissed the bridge

enough," he sighed, shaking his head

I had to hold back a giggle. This

in and planted

this

"Enough?"

replied, his gaze

to his lips, "I think I know how to make it 'enough'," I

then?" he

against his. Our eyes closed simultaneously. Perhaps the sensation of each other's lips was just too good for

kissed him, and he let me slide 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.

to be in love like this, but this man had proven me

break the kiss; it just felt too good. He kissed me deeply, devouring me, my mouth, sucking and biting on my lips until

right?" I asked,

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

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

from behind. "What if I take the blame

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

be quick," he mumbled as he buried his

This man...

No sex

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

back of my paintbrush, I gently

"What the heck?!"

no say in this," I asserted, "Now go and sit in

"This is not fair."

before resuming my painting. The lines were almost perfect; I just needed to

"Evelyn, come on."

either you go to the corner or