My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 150 Better?

Evelyn

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, stripping away the scant clothing I wore. I fucking knew how much he wanted to touch me, to have his hands on me, lips on mine. His struggle only fueled my own desire of increasing his turmoil.

That's where Cameron came in to help. I was glad I invited him to this impromptu pool party and more glad that he showed up. Unlike me, he was totally invested in whatever that was going on between us. I wouldn't dare to put a name on it. So yeah, it was only natural for him to be there and try to spend time with me. Honestly, I did enjoy talking to him. Cameron was a good guy-a gentleman. But he didn't ignite those sparks, didn't make me feel the breathtaking chase and thrill that Jacob did. He didn't make my skin crawl or my heart race, nor did he evoke that deep urge to watch him for hours without blinking. He made me feel nothing-absolutely nothing.

And could this ever suffice for someone who was used to feeling everything at once?

I wondered if we'd ever move past this friendship phase because I certainly didn't feel anywhere near ready.

My throat grew dry, my cheeks burning under the harsh sun. What was even harsher was Jacob Adriano's gaze, heating me all over.

"Excuse me, guys," I began, removing my hand from Cameron's shoulder. "I'll be back from the kitchen."

"Why are you going to the kitchen?" Jennie asked from the pool, downing her drink. "We have all the drinks here."

"Ice," I replied plainly, knowing it would suffice. They knew how sensitive I was to the sun, but what compounded this sensitivity was my ex-boyfriend's lingering gaze. I couldn't tell them; they'd kill me if they knew I was still as attracted to Jacob as before.

They wanted me to move on, but moving on from something so intoxicating, so sinful, and so perfect in every way wasn't possible. Okay, fine, I knew Jacob wasn't perfect; he had his flaws, too many to ignore. But still the way he was, he was perfect to me. A perfection that ended up hurting me-ruining me.

"Sensitive to heat, beautiful?" Cameron asked, removing his sunglasses, his sea-blue eyes fixed on me.

"Kinda," I replied with a smile.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

enjoy my friends' company.

aren't assholes!" Mason

heading into the mansion, with Mason's protests fading behind me, mixed with Cameron's chuckle and a few more laughs. Entering the kitchen, I continued to giggle and shake my head, but the laughter died on my lips as I

kitchen counter, right beside the thermal ice box. His eyes locked on me, taking a slow tour of my form-from my thighs, as if he wanted to sink his teeth into them, to my belly, as if he wanted to trace his lips all over it, to my breasts, where we both knew

can fucking do

a low voice, his eyes never leaving mine,

with his sky-blue shirt boasting a few undone buttons that offered a tantalizing glimpse of his abs, and those white jeans that clung to his long legs. I fought the urge to reach out and play with the gold chain around his neck-I missed the way it felt against my skin. Oh, how I remembered the cold sensation of it when our chests would meet, his body pressing into

needed to regain control

him to grab ice

retreat, almost abandoning my plan to retrieve ice, but Jacob had no intention of making things easy for

hand slipped slowly around my waist, igniting a fiery trail on my bare skin as he backed me against the counter. Standing before me, winds blew in through the window, sending a shiver

a word, his breath warming my face as he gazed at me his eyes conveying temptations that stirred me. God, his green eyes-they were the greatest weakness I'd ever known. My breathing quickened, my heart

the fuck... What the fuck are you doing?" Damn

question, shouldn't I?" he replied, raising an eyebrow, not backing away or making it any

He was sexy...

grip, Evelyn.

asking me anything at all," I managed to say, clearing my

guy, seeing them get closer, and to top it off, I'm forced to keep my distance. Do you still think I

anymore-we're over. So, no-you shouldn't be asking me

out

still

to brush his thumb against my lower lip, pulling it down gently. "Denying it doesn't change anything. We both know that no matter where we are, what we're doing, or what the circumstances are, we're always fucking dying to be near each other. Isn't

vulnerable truth before me, and worse, he intertwined with his own. Yet, while his truth didn't weaken his intentions, it weakened me. All I had been trying to do was push him away from my

I breathed out, my words shaky as I struggled to maintain eye contact under his