My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

Morning arrived sooner than expected, as the sun's gentle rays permeated the room through a slender gap in the curtains, caressing my face. Instinctively, I sought refuge in the warmth of Jacob's neck, eliciting a playful chuckle that assured me of his wakefulness.

"So you're awake," I mumbled, my voice laden with fatigue and grogginess.

How could I possibly summon any energy when Jacob had effortlessly drained every ounce of it from me the night before? My lower abdomen still throbbed, a testament to his unwavering vigour. The man was made of steel....everywhere.

"Yeah, I've been up for a while," he replied, tenderly tracing small circles on my back while planting kisses on my shoulder.

"Aren't you tired?"

I was genuinely curious. How could I feel utterly depleted while he radiated tenfold more energy, considering he had been the one responsible for our passionate escapades?

"That's the complete opposite of how I'm feeling right now," he snickered. "How can anyone be tired after such an incredible night?"

"But why do I feel so fucking tired?" I queried, lifting my gaze to meet him. Damn, he was breathtaking.

"Because—while it's true that I was the one exerting the effort, it was upon you that I bestowed it..." He paused momentarily, mischief flickering in his emerald eyes, "Oh, my apologies, beloved. I haven't worked on you; I've worked inside you. Would you like me to show you the exact spot?"

He attempted to move his hand towards my bottom, but I grabbed it soon as I could, stopping him halfway from his misdeed.

"Don't you dare." I glared at him.

There was no way in hell I was going to let him touch me right now. If he did, I knew without a doubt that all my self-control would crumble, and the consequences would be an intensification of the agony coursing through my body and my insides.

Jacob laughed, fully aware of my reasons. How could he not? Both he and I remembered every intricate detail of last night, and if it weren't for this relentless pain that sent electric shocks through me with every second, I would be the one seducing him right now.

There was no denying his prowess in the bedroom; it was fair to say he had kept me up for nearly the entire night.

"Okay, I won't," he assured me, pulling me closer and rubbing my back, as if trying to help me find solace, "Do you need Advil? I can get it for you."

"No, don't worry. The pain will fade away soon," I replied, snuggling even closer to his body, relishing in his comforting warmth, "What you can do is stay with me a little while longer."

"Your wish is my command," he said with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips, "What are your plans for the day?"

"Do I look like I'm allowed to make separate plans when it's none other than your best friend, AKA my dad, getting married?"

"I could help you."

"What's the catch?"

Reading Jacob was effortless for me. It was astonishing how quickly I had come to understand him. I could effortlessly discern his thoughts before they even left his lips. He was like an open book, though there were moments when he stood as the most enigmatic person I had ever encountered.

This man possessed a myriad of colours, and I was determined to witness them all.

"Well... I was thinking that you and I could spend some uninterrupted time together," he whispered in my ear, sending delightful goosebumps cascading over my body.

"And where do you propose we go, escaping everyone's prying eyes?" I asked, deciding to play his game as I brushed my hand over his abs, venturing toward his V, but intentionally halting just in time.

I felt his muscles tense, and his jaw clenched. There was an oddly satisfying allure in how his blue veins protruded, and the pace of his breath subtly quickened.

I may have said it a thousand times, but I'll say it again he is addictive.

No matter how frequently I voiced this sentiment, it would never alter the truth that such a statement merely scratched the surface of what I felt.

"If you don't want this conversation to take a particular turn, I suggest you stop your little tactics, young lady," he spoke, his tone both seductive and serious, "I'm quite certain the ache between your luscious thighs requires a few more hours to fade away."

"Well... you were the one who initiated it with your seductive whisper, weren't you?"

"Yes, and believe me, I'm more than willing to put an end to it right now," he chuckled, his voice husky and resonant, "But you wouldn't be able to handle it at the moment."

"This isn't fair. You can't always win arguments by resorting to... to these methods," I stammered.

"Oh, really? So now you're accusing me of being unfair?"

"Yes," I nodded, "You are unfair."

"If there's anyone unfair between the two of us, Evelyn, you have to admit it's you. From seducing me since day one, to making me jealous by pretending your gay friend was your 'fake boyfriend of the day,' calling me a coward, and countless other foolish things, all leading up to making me lose every ounce of self-control I had," he sighed, smacking his lips, "It would be awfully fair to label you as unfair."

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stifle my laughter. Reflecting on all those antics I employed to lure him out of his shell was utterly hilarious. I had certainly gone to extreme lengths to push him over the edge. But I didn't regret any of it. Jacob was worth every moment of it. I couldn't fathom experiencing sharing these moments with anyone else.

"Okay, you win," I finally relinquished my laughter. "By the way, I'm sorry for calling you those things, but you can't really blame me. You did stress me out a great deal."

"Yeah," he nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he slipped his hands around my hips and brought me closer to his body, "And now I'm planning to stretch you out...a lot."

My cheeks burned and my eyes widened in disbelief.

He just did not do that....he just....fuck, he did!

"Jacob!" I slapped his chest, sheer disbelief etching itself onto my expression.

"What? Am I not supposed to inform you of my plans beforehand so that you can be prepared?" He feigned innocence, but the smirk playing at the corner of his lips revealed the true story. "You know you're just too wicked, don't you?"

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Well, something you might not know or perhaps conveniently forgetting is that our little escape plan might not work. I already have some explaining to do because we both disappeared from the party yesterday. If I reveal the true reason, we'll be in the midst of a full-blown war," I explained, "Without giving him a solid set of reasons that aren't suspicious, my dad will be on my tail like a ghost." "Don't worry. I've already prepared some explanations. All you need to do is narrate," he said, tapping my nose playfully as if I were a child, "So our plan is a go. Okay?" "Where do you intend to take me?" I asked, a frown creasing my forehead as I moved his hand away from my face, protecting my poor nose from his wrath. "Somewhere," he replied, smoothing away my frown with his thumb and index finger, only for it to reappear on its own.

"Where?!"

"At the very least, somewhere far from this so-called creation of your father's," he chuckled.

"Hey, don't call it stupid. My dad's choice is the best.".

"Well, no matter how much you argue, it's true that Samuel can be a bit clueless at times. How did he manage to include everything imaginable in this mansion except a gym?"

"Because he's not much of a fitness enthusiast. Besides, there's a gym nearby our house, although this mansion is an exception, built in the middle of nowhere. Even the closest gym would take at least half an hour to reach. This place is a bit inconvenient."

"So you agree?" A smile tugged at his lips, thinking he had achieved his desired victory.

"Not exactly," I asked, "We came here primarily for a function, to spend quality family time, cherish rare moments, and reconnect my dad with old friends he hasn't seen in years, and got out of touch, including you. He didn't come here to sculpt himself like the Hulk, so it's fair for him to overlook such minor details that you seem to notice so much."

"For the record, your dad and I never lost touch, though it's true we hadn't met for years because I was caught up with my business and he was occupied with his. And, of course, let's not forget how he managed to scare away your dates," he chuckled, his expression quickly fading into a blank canvas as he gently pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me.

"However, I must admit your reasons are valid," he continued, "But what irks me is, did you just indirectly call me that green monster?" He arched an eyebrow, and damn, he looked irresistibly sexy. From this view, I could see all the details of his body.

"I don't want to admit it, but... you are too stunning for that. I must say, Mr Jacob Adriano, you've sculpted yourself in a way that no woman can take her eyes off you once they lay their gaze upon you." I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

As expected, he leaned in, seemingly forgetting that just moments ago he was trying to put up an argument with me.

Suddenly, I changed my mind and swiftly moved away, evading his attempt to seal my lips with what would have been a presumably dominating kiss.

"What was that?" His expression betrayed genuine shock at my unexpected move.

I suppressed a laugh, clearing my throat. "You're not getting a kiss."

"Why?" His irritation was palpable, and I couldn't help but enjoy getting under his skin.

"Because I said so."

"Evelyn, stop this nonsense," he scoffed, attempting to lean in for another kiss, but once again, I skillfully evaded his advance. It was a challenge not to burst into laughter. His expression, a mix of confusion and frustration, was truly entertaining.

"That's what I said-I won't give you a kiss."

"You were the one who distracted me by pulling me closer," he pointed out, his jaw clenched as he stared at me.

He looked incredibly adorable at that moment, and a part of me wanted to abandon this act and kiss him right away. However, the truth was that I was enjoying this game far too much.

"So?"

"You know what? You need a lesson," he declared.

"Wait, I... I..." I didn't have a chance to finish my sentence before he attacked my sides, tickling me relentlessly.

"Oh my god, stop it, Jacob!" I laughed uncontrollably, attempting to free myself from his grasp, but his hands remained steadfast.

"Why should I stop when you clearly set out on a mission to annoy me early in the morning?" he retorted, his voice audible amidst my giggles.

"I... I'm sorry."

"You're only saying that to escape the situation," he chuckled, the mask of seriousness slipping away, yet his hands continued their assault.

"No, I truly am sorry," tears welled up in my eyes; he had definitely given me a hard time, "Stop!"

And finally, he stopped.

I greedily inhaled the air I had lost due to his tickling, shooting him a glare. "Jerk!"

"Thanks," he snickered, planting a kiss on my lips, "I'll let it slide this time because I have to go and time is running short. Otherwise, you would have to pay the ultimate price."

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To the gym, apparently my best friend can go without working out, but I can't. My muscles are crying right now," he quipped, stealing another kiss on my lips before grabbing his t-shirt and shorts from the nightstand, "I need a boost."

He was definitely not the most organised person.

"But you said you'd spend the day with me..." My smile faded.

Did he change his mind?

"Yes, I will, love," he reassured me, his smile unwavering as he looked at me, his gaze softened, likely noticing my dropped expression, "But we both know the entire morning will be spent with you explaining your absence to your dad, and we can't leave at this moment since everyone is keeping a watchful eye. So, we'll slip away once I return from the gym and find the perfect moment when everyone will hopefully be distracted."

"Promise me you won't cancel the plan..." I held out my pinky finger.

He looked at my finger and let out a laugh. "Promise."

And he interlocked his pinky finger with mine.