My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 116

Evelyn

"Mom sent breakfast for us," Jacob said, raising the croissant to my mouth as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I really wanted to just sleep, but I didn't want to be selfish and doze off while my boyfriend had to leave for work. At least there should be a kiss before he left and a few tight hugs. That was the only reason I dragged myself from the bed and sat on the couch. However, it seemed Rosaline had already prepared breakfast for us, knowing her son would have to leave early for work.

As I took a bite, my eyes widened in surprise—it literally tasted like it was from an expensive bakery—the crunchiness, the flavors, altogether, it was the best croissant I had ever tasted.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "Did she really make it all by herself?"

"Yes," he chuckled, wiping the filling from the corner of my mouth with his thumb and then his own as he licked it away, "My mom's a very good cook. And trust me, these few days, she'll make sure you gain at least five kilograms before we leave."

"I like it at your parents'," I confessed. "It feels like...home."

A smile tugged at his lips as he leaned closer and kissed my cheek. "Well, it is our home. Yours and mine. But, I can't afford to stay here all the time because I can't just fuck you anywhere and everywhere... you know, in my parents' house. But in my house there's plenty of freedom, and I prefer that."

"Are you serious? That's the only thing you are concerned about?"

"Well..." he raised the croissant to my mouth once again, and I took a bite, "That's one of the most crucial things in a man's life."

"What, sex?"

"Both."

"Both what?"

"Evie, baby," he chuckled, wiping my mouth again, "I am talking about both sex and freedom. And I prefer both—quite a lot."

"But you're mostly concerned about sex," I stated matter-of-factly— it was true. Every cell of his head only circled around sex.

"You know me too well," he laughed, smiling before he placed another kiss on my cheek, this time the other one, "Now, let's finish it, alright? You must be hungry after all the hard work from last night."

Red tainted my cheeks. "Do you really have to bring that up?" I tried to fight a smile, but the corner of my lips curled upwards anyway even though I tried to stifle it.

"Of course, because... last night was absolutely fucking amazing," he murmured, leaning in to brush his nose against my neck, and a small giggle slipped past my lips.

"Get away."

"Not until you finish breakfast."

"I can’t finish it with you sniffing my neck."

"Point," he hummed as he pulled away and handed me the cup of coffee, "Here. Drink it."

"But my croissant—"

"Here it is," he raised it to my mouth, and I took a bite, "And, don't worry, baby, mom made tons. So after you finish it, I can bring you more."

"Okay, but aren't you late for the office?"

"Not really, I still have half an hour left. So relax and let me see you eat."

Well, he usually left before this time. But maybe today was an exception. It wasn't a big deal, was it?