My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 192 : Book 4: Diving Deeper

Sometimes, just when you think you've finally reached solid ground, life finds a way to pull the rug out from under you. One moment, everything seems to be falling into place, and the next, it's unraveling faster than you can hold it together.

Evelyn and Jacob are bracing for the fiercest storm they've ever faced a storm that will test them in ways they never imagined. This isn't just another bump in the road; it's a plunge into depths they've never explored. Get ready, because this time, they're on a rollercoaster that's about to dive even deeper, with twists and turns they may not come back from unchanged.

It's time to dive deeper.

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"You're too young for a child, Evelyn. Don't you get it?" Jacob's voice thundered. "You can't have that baby."

"Why not?!" I shot back, defiant and trembling. "I have a say in this too! This is my choice. I'm keeping the baby, Jacob, whether you like it or not."

Jacob groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Evelyn, I really don't have time for this shit. Just... just get rid of that thing. End of discussion."

"Get rid of it?" I took a step closer, anger flaring hot. In that moment, I wondered if I'd ever truly known him. "How dare you talk about our child like that? Right now, you sound like a cold, heartless piece of shit. Do you fucking care about anything in your life, Jacob?" "Evelyn, that's not what I meant-" he started, but I wasn't about to let him twist his words.

"You called it 'that thing," I hissed, my voice thick with anger. "It's not just 'a thing.' It's our child, Jacob. Our blood. A part of us. How can you stand there and dismiss it like it's nothing? How dare you?!"

Jacob sighed, breaking eye contact, his gaze shifting to the night sky outside the balcony as if hoping it held some answer. "Look, Evelyn," he said after a moment, voice weary. "I'm tired of fighting about this every day. You're too young to be a mother. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't make a decision like this on a whim. Think it through. Fucking think!"

"Is that what you're worried about? Or is it just that you're not ready to be a father?" I asked, the question hanging between us like a challenge.

He stilled, his jaw clenched, breathing heavy. For a moment, he was silent, his fists tight by his sides. Then he looked at me, eyes red and hair tousled from running his fingers through it too many times. "Fine," he whispered, raw. "You want the truth? I'm not ready to be a father. I never will be. You need to accept that. The sooner you do, the less it'll hurt."

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Just when I thought everything was fine, life threw me a curveball.

I was pregnant. But the one person I'd thought would always stand by me was now the one trying to tear me down. He saw our child as a mistake. So what was I supposed to do? I was 'too young' to be a mother, according to everyone else. But I already felt this inexplicable bond with the life growing inside me. What do you do when the person you love most stands against what you want? When your past haunts you just as you're trying to look ahead?

I didn't have all the answers. But I knew one thing.

I had to fight. Because with the storm in my life Tyler Ricci was back-stronger than ever-and this time, he wouldn't let me walk away unscathed.

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Evelyn

need to get up and head to Bianca's,

be a little late," he murmured, effortlessly flipping us so I was on my back, with him hovering

already past breakfast time. If we don't get there soon,

trailing his nose along my jawline. "Trust me, baby. Since she

jaw and making him look

I mean," he began, his left hand slipping under the duvet and tracing

I fought to suppress the heat pooling

serious despite the laughter threatening to bubble out. "This is all on you. I told you multiple times that we needed to leave, but no, you insisted. And not only did you not make it quick, but you went for

didn't do anything, huh?" he teased, sitting up slightly and leaning closer until

"It was-"

be fucked, or pleading to come, was I?" he continued, a smug grin tugging at his lips as red flooded my

opened my mouth, but

over? Who left nail marks on my back-marks that are still there, by the way? And who left these on my neck?" He tilted

bit my lip, utterly silenced. My cheeks burned, my mind scrambling for a comeback that refused to

you didn't do

sinful. "But I seem to remember quite a bit. Like those nights when you'd sneak into your room with a bottle of wine, thinking I couldn't hear you moaning my name. You'd fall asleep, a mess from coming hard imagining me, all

He was turning the screws on me, dragging out every embarrassing detail I'd

cleared my throat, desperate to change the subject. "We should

can wait a little longer," he murmured, leaning down to trace a path along my jaw with his lips. He paused, his hand slipping lower until

escaped me before I

voice dipping lower, "we can

even I

I don't fuck you right now...something else will be really very mad," He trailed off, smirking as he spread my thighs and positioned himself at

was already

slipped past my lips at

he murmured, his eyes dark with hunger, "looking so damn pretty and fuckable,

moan as he thrust inside, stretching and filling me

Bianca would have to

about

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