My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 90 Wild And Wonderful

Evelyn

It turned out that his entire apartment was even more beautiful. To be honest, I doubted we'd left any corner untouched in the past twenty-four hours. In his own territory, Jacob was even wilder.

For instance, I could say - my throat was still sore, not from what you might think (although I wouldn't deny that it also happened), but from all the screaming and shouting. He wanted me loud, and my body responded to him every time he pushed inside of me, deep and raw. And man, he still knew how to discover new spots, though I'd believed he'd explored every inch of me.

Amidst all the places in his apartment, my favourite was the balcony, offering breathtaking views of Rome. Rome was beautiful, just like the Italian who had his hand wrapped around my waist. I was draped in a robe, and he had a towel hanging low around his waist as he savoured a cup of coffee.

Both of us enjoyed the view and the cool breeze, although it was hard to focus on anything else when the most beautiful sight was right beside me.

What was more gorgeous than Rome? Jacob Adriano. Fuck it! He was more stunning than the whole world combined - he was perfect!

"You know, if you keep staring at me like that," he spoke, his smile unmistakable as he continued, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at the night sky, "I might just say 'screw the coffee' and drink you right now."

My cheeks turned red, and I bit down on my bottom lip to hide my smile as I looked away. I didn't want to be shy but god, I couldn't help it.

He stayed silent for a few minutes, and I could feel his gaze on me the entire time.

"Don't look," I blushed even more, trying to hide my embarrassment by looking further away and turning my body to the side.

"Why? What's wrong with me seeing your pink cheeks?" He chuckled effortlessly, turning me to face him as he put the mug aside. His eyes sparkled with amusement, "I guess I've already seen your other pink somethings, haven't I?" He leaned closer to my face, my back pressed against the railing, and my heart raced.

"Pervert!" I blushed and looked away again.

"You know, you're quite the mystery, Evelyn," he smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek, then another, and another until I finally turned to him. Before I could speak, he pecked me on the lips. "No matter how much I try to understand you, rimani sempre un enigma," He sighed, placing another kiss on my lips.

Wait... what?

"How come your Italian didn't kick in the entire time we stayed in America, but now, only twenty-four hours in Italy, you're speaking Italian?" I asked.

"Well, I thought your question would be, 'What does that mean?' So, how come you didn't ask that and this?"

"Well... I've learned Italian. We've had extra language classes, and I chose it."

'Rimani sempre un enigma' means 'You always remain an enigma.'-I was good at italy, boy. He wouldn't be able to confuse me, not at least using italian.

"So you've been planning to fuck me for a long, long time, huh?" He chuckled, and I nearly gasped in disbelief.

"Shameless!" I playfully slapped his cheek, turning it to the side, but he looked at me again with the same grin on his face.

"Call me whatever you want, but we're fucking again," he suddenly hoisted me up, tossing me over his shoulder as if I were weightless, a giggle escaping my lips. "Jacob! Remember, we have to wake up early tomorrow. Your sister and parents-don't forget we're meeting them!"

you," he carried me to his

fucked! Too

there a

wasn't going

won't fuck you now!" I tried to sound

do is just lie there," he chuckled in response. "I'll take care of

"Jacob, no-"

he strolled into the room,

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in amusement. After hearing the whole story from us, that was her only

be honest. You are a terrible

couldn't help but chuckle, even though I tried to stifle it. Jacob shot a brief glance my way, but I covered my

bravo amico, sì... Voglio dire, ho perso la testa quando si tratta di lei, look at her-faresti la stessa cosa se

Shut up. I'd always been a good friend, yeah...I mean, I lost it when it came to her, look at her-you'd do the same thing if you were at my

did he know

I whispered under my breath, trying to

shy,

me, he's only going to

tugging

not in your shoes, Questo amore e queste cose, non mi toccano. But

me.

everywhere I went," he scoffed, "I almost lost Evie because of her..." Slipping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer, kissed my neck, and inhaled my scent, sighing

nudge him with my elbow, but he wouldn't budge. Indeed, in Italy, he was a wild one-the past hours had already been enough to tell me that, and I wondered how much more there was to see. "I see...." Bianca looked at us, chuckling, "You're whipped, my

like her? Looking at your past girlfriends, they were...ugh! Forget it!" My eyes

he spoke, glaring at Bianca before looking at me, "Yes, we fucked, but no, I never 'dated' any of them that you saw with me.

ended up laughing, "God, I can't believe this is the same Jacob who used to cry over chocolates, even at the age of thirteen." Translation: Wait, they were

"Bianca!"

past my lips. "He used to cry

Okay. This was fun.

face as he glared at his sister. I could see a

his business and all stupid shit, but yeah, he used to cry a lot," Bianca laughed, carefree about Jacob's

eater, and so on."

laughing at

you

deal with this for at least a week! Ti odio così tanto." (Translation: "I hate you

a kiss before giving me a high-five. "By the way, your Italian is good, Evie. I guess you always belonged to the family; this asshole was just a bit late." Translation: I love you too,

is always late," I sighed, shaking my head, a laugh escaping my lips. "Still a cute tesoro, you see."

hadn't been late, I would have been in jail,"