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.

of remorse," he said,

observed him. "Come here, you big baby. Let

"How?" He seemed suspicious.

but first, you need

me, a persistent frown still etched between his brows. Gosh,

he seemed to

closer to his face. "Tell me, what can I do to make up for my... what did you

disappeared 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 shirt-I was already developing a fondness

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

my smile, I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth before speaking, "Will this be

shook

moved to the other corner of his

"Still not enough."

bridge

sighed, shaking his head with

had to hold back a giggle. This man was certainly

in and planted a

felt his body relax at this point,

"Enough?"

replied, his gaze

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

are you waiting for then?" he

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. You're

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

was possible to be in love like this, but this man had proven me wrong. I wasn't sure if I should thank him or

out of 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

make it right?" I asked, a smile

before planting a quick peck on my lips.

finally letting go of him and turning around. "Now, let's get back to the painting, Mr. Adriano because I know if we don't start right now, we'll

around me from behind. "What if I take the blame

I grabbed the

he buried his head into my neck, pulling me

This man...

a no. No sex

and I want it to be finished later," he kissed my shoulder,

of my paintbrush,

"What the heck?!"

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

"This is not fair."

What's not fair is your dick. How can you be so horny all the time, huh?" I chuckled before resuming my painting. The lines were almost perfect; I

"Evelyn, come on."

corner or I throw you