My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 173 Hurtful Decisions

Evelyn

As I stirred from the fog of sleep, I couldn't tell if it was still night or if morning had already come. But that wasn't what truly mattered. What I should have been worrying about was how I had no idea if I had passed out from sheer exhaustion when Jacob had me on all fours, fucking me like an animal until I saw stars behind my eyelids or was it when he took both my arse and pussy at once, pushing me beyond anything I'd ever felt? Or maybe it was when he made me ride him, one more time, before finally letting me collapse. Wait... did I actually faint? Or not?

I had this nagging feeling I did, but everything from last night was a blur, like trying to see through heavy fog.

It was hard to tell where sleep ended and memory began because it still clung to me like a fucking weighted blanket, making it hard to move. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or maybe... it was the peace. The peace that seeped into my bones because of Jacob's warmth beside me. It wrapped around me, comforting, even if I wasn't fully awake yet. And I'd be honest, a part of me didn't want to wake up. It felt good to be this close to him.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to pry my eyes open. The first thing I saw was Jacob, lying there, asleep like a child. If peace had a name, it would be his. And if anyone would have argued about it then, I would have fucking fought for it.

I didn't understand why or how, but somehow, even after everything we'd been through, he was still my anchor. My chaos. My calm. The only thing that made sense in this senseless world of mine.

"Morning, little baby," I whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, unbidden, as I gazed at him. God, I had missed this. I had missed waking up to him so much it physically hurt to think about the mornings I'd spent alone, reaching for him, finding only cold sheets. His touch. His presence. His warmth. I had been starving for all of it.

Carefully, I reached out, knowing he was still deep in sleep, and traced my fingers along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble. It had grown longer than he usually kept it, he surely wasn't taking care of himself as much as before just like I had let myself go too. We were both a mess, caught in a tangle of our own making, too lost in the chaos we'd unknowingly created.

Would things ever be normal? I didn't know but one thing for sure, I didn't want to think about it right now.

My fingers wandered from his jaw to his cheek, soft and familiar, before slipping into his hair, still as silky as ever. I watched him, and that familiar tightness built in my chest, the knot that never seemed to go away.

Why do I love him so much? Why does this man still matter more than my own damn life?

Maybe because he's the only thing in this world that gives my life any meaning. Or maybe something else but I've just stopped trying to figure it out.

So, I don't care to know

love him. I'm done trying to escape it, to find the one thing that might make me

I stared at Jacob, the harsher the truth slammed into

yanked into a web of guilt, tangled in the consequences of every decision I shouldn't have made. The weight of it crushed down on me, and I couldn't stop the questions that surged forward. What were we

wasn't prepared to take another risk, yet here we were-tangled under the duvet, stuck in

looking at him like this? Why did he still feel

by the familiar ping of a message notification. I froze, gently lifting Jacob's arm off me

with me. Make it one of the best days

My heart plummeted. Reality

me like ice water,

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cold, gnawing guilt that clawed at my insides. I glanced back at Jacob, who was

Fuck.

hell did I

clothes from the floor,

Shit! I screwed up.

can't do this to

beeline for the door, desperate to escape before Jacob woke up. Just as I reached the threshold, his groggy voice broke the silence. "What are

my back stiffening. Slowly, I turned to see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes like a

the day," I shrugged, forcing nonchalance into my voice. "Freshen up, head downstairs, and

Still, he gave me the benefit of the doubt, sitting up slightly. "I know your routine, Evelyn. You don't need to spell it out. But why were you trying to sneak out?" "Sneak out?" I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to my own ears. "This is my house. I don't need to sneak anywhere. But if you've got something to say, you'd better get to the point. I'm not in the mood for games." Just a little longer, Evelyn... Hold the act for a few more

the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. "So,

"What are you-"