My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 200

Evelyn

"You know people are going to think we're weird if you keep looking at me like that," I said, shifting awkwardly in my seat. My attempt to maintain a composed smile was failing miserably, and the heat creeping up my neck warned me a blush was imminent.

After an exhausting hour of meeting Jacob's business associates, Enzo's friends, and a handful of extended family members, we had finally found a moment to sit. But Jacob-predictably—wasn't letting the moment breathe. His eyes were locked on me, piercing and unwavering, as if I were the only person in the room.

"I don't give a fuck about what people think," he replied, his tone casual but his gaze anything but. He leaned in, the back of his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm admiring my girlfriend. That's nobody's business but mine."

A smile threatened to break free as I looked at him, trying to keep my composure. "You really have an answer for everything, don't you?"

He grinned, that maddeningly charming grin of his, and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "I'm just stating facts," he said, his voice dropping into a low chuckle. "And another fact? I'm having a hell of a time controlling myself right now. I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off of you. You look so goddamn ravishing, Evelyn. Perfectly—" he paused, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer, "—fuckable."

Heat bloomed across my face at his bluntness. "Jacob!" I whispered, glancing around nervously.

"What?" he said, his grin widening into something more wicked. "Am I wrong?"

"You'll never change, will you?" I muttered, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably under the weight of his gaze.

He leaned closer still, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I can change," he murmured, his voice smooth and deliberate, sending sparks skittering across my skin. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and his hand now slipped behind my neck, his fingers splaying as they held me firmly. "But do you want me to change?" My breath hitched as his hand tightened ever so slightly, pulling me closer. "Tell me the truth," he coaxed, his lips curling into a devilish smile. "You enjoy this side of me, don't you? After all, you worked so hard to bring it out at Samuel's wedding."

The memory sent another wave of heat rushing through me. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. Jacob smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I'd very much like to bend you over this table anf fuck you hard right now. It's taking everything in me not to."

His words sent a shock of desire curling in my stomach, making it almost impossible to breathe. His grip on the back of my neck tightened slightly as his gaze bored into mine.

"Jacob," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling, "people are watching."

"And does it look like I give a damn?" he shot back, his voice deep and edged with something dangerous.

I swallowed at his words. Surely he didn't. He never did. If he could, he would have actually bent me over and fucked me here in front of all these people.

Jacob Adriano was a man who thrived on crossing lines, on pushing boundaries—not just his own but mine as well. And the worst part? I loved it.

"But I do," I said weakly, my voice barely audible.

He tilted his head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Oh, really?" he asked, his tone teasing. "So you're saying if I pulled you into some dark corner around here, fucked you hard and made you scream my name, you'd object to that?"

The dryness in my throat made it impossible to respond. Desire, sharp and consuming, coiled in my belly, wrapping itself around my resolve like a vice.

I stood

with playful arrogance. "You've already admitted you

and teasing. My breath hitched, and his intoxicating cologne enveloped me, clouding my thoughts. At that moment, all reason evaporated. I wanted to forget everything—the crowd, the venue, the world—and tell him to

it

violently, and a slick sheen of sweat coated my forehead. Panic flared as

bolted from my seat, heading straight for the bathroom. His concerned

"Evelyn, what's wrong?"

betrayed me. The violent retching left me breathless, and I felt Jacob's presence behind me in an instant. His warm

you okay?" he said, his

water onto my face. My reflection in the mirror was pale, shaken.

softly, brushing a hand down my arm

off the cap and handing it to me. I didn't argue, taking small gulps as the

now?" he asked, his brow

inhaling deeply.

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you've barely rested since we landed

protested, my voice softer than I intended. "It's nothing serious. Really,

than that,"

down suddenly.

stid beneath my

and before I

what was

me up into his

belongs to s

doing?" I gasped, instinctively looping my arms

out of this party," he said with a finality that left no room for

and headed straight for the

party's not

he quipped.

done here. You need rest, not more socializing." His protective tone

but feel the smallest bit of relief in

you think it'd be rude to leave

health." Jacob's tone left no

totally fine, Jacob." I crossed my arms, my voice carrying the frustration of someone trying

impossible argument.

"The hell you are."