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.

words stumbled over themselves, a feeble attempt to come up with something, anything. But nothing coherent left my lips. I stood there, utterly clueless. Jacob had always done this to me left me flustered,

answer, baby," he teased, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "You've already admitted you care about what people say

brushing his lips so close to mine that I could feel his breath, warm 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 rip

it

from my lungs. My head spun violently, and a slick sheen of sweat coated my forehead. Panic flared as a nauseating wave clawed its way

Jacob could register what was happening, I bolted from my seat, heading straight

"Evelyn, what's wrong?"

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arm before stepping out. He returned moments later with a

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"The hell you are."