My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 101 Calm Before The Storm

Evelyn

"What's on the agenda for tonight? I surely don't want to spend the whole day locked in the apartment," I asked, blowing bubbles into the warm, enveloping water while our bodies stayed submerged. The sensation of his body against mine was nothing short of delightful.

He started to reply, but I interrupted, "Don't you dare say 'sex.' You haven't whisked me away anywhere nice yet."

A small chuckle escaped him before he planted a kiss on my shoulder, our fingers entwined. "Do you truly believe it's just sex that occupies my thoughts? Perhaps I've got plans already brewing. Couldn't that possibly happen?"

"I won't deny the possibility of plans, but I'm convinced that sex is the main course of your mind. All the fucking time."

"Shall I disprove that theory by taking you out tonight, or would you rather I confirm it by fucking you here in the bathtub? You're still a little tender down there, aren't you?" His hand slid between my thighs, and gasped, instinctively clenching them together to evade his teasing touch, "Would that be your preference? Get fucked or be proved wrong?" He whispered, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin, while a blush painted my cheeks.

This man....

God, I didn't even know the right words to describe him.

"You... you and your sneaky little hands," I attempted to assert, striving for strength in my voice but my stutter didn't help.

"Little? What about my hands makes you think they're small, darling?" He chuckled, taking my left hand and pressing it against his right one, which had been idly toying with my fingers. Compared to his hand, mine seemed diminutive-my fingers barely reaching halfway up his, and my palm... well, it was a subject I dared not dwell upon.

Why did I have to be so little compared to him?

tell me...whose hand seems little

weren't so blatantly obvious, I might have claimed

any other time, I was vexed. I would have preferred if he were a tad smaller in stature, but no, he

focus to the water in the tub, while Jacob's

a kiss on my cheek, nearly prompting a smile I struggled

get me all riled up, and then you hit me with a compliment.

with you, Evie," he chuckled softly, planting a gentle peck on my lips,

who deliberately pisses off his girlfriend just to see

exactly that, if you put it that

If anyone had the possibility of ending up getting hurt, it was me, and since I was totally okay after hitting the

waist, drawing me close until my face nestled against his chest. Instantly, I felt

staying seated on his lap, and I noticed his heart was racing for some inexplicable reason. His muscles, usually relaxed, felt tense

Was something bothering him?

problems and relying too heavily on himself, often at the cost of his own well-being. And he'd always be the one to end up most damaged....I'd seen it in America, he totally prefered being

you alright, Jacob?" I inquired,

question, perhaps not expecting me to pick up on the subtle shift in his demeanor. But how could I not? He

a small smile. "I'm just not sure why I'm feeling a bit anxious for no

office issues, right?" I sought confirmation, and

"Yes, I did."