My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 19

Evelyn

For the past fifteen minutes, I had been pacing back and forth in my room, unable to find peace. Frustration gnawed at me, and I found myself hurling onto the bed, only to bounce up moments later without reason.

I was so out of my mind— it was in chaos.

"Stupid jerk," I muttered on my own shifting on the bed and grabbing a book to distract myself

However, his handsome face kept invading my thoughts relentlessly, shattering my attempts to keep my thoughts together in the most gruesome way possible.

Why did he need to be so irresistible for no goddamn reason?! Fuck that, what the hell I was so infatuated with him?!

I was trapped in this weird state, consumed by burning jealousy that was not giving me any mercy. I was so fucking doomed

Suddenly, my thoughts were abruptly halted by a violent knocking on the door, breaking the silence like a thunderclap.

I sighed irritably, reluctantly leaving the comfort of the bed to approach the door.

I was fairly certain it couldn't be Jacob; he was too clever to make any move in daylight that would raise suspicion. Besides, he wasn't as obsessed with me as I was with him.

As I swung the door open, preparing to unleash my exasperation, a gasp escaped my lips. Jacob stood before me, his fiery gaze piercing mine.

Well, maybe I was not that good at reading him— he was here, right at my door.

What the hell? My guesses had never been proved wrong before.

The fiery stare of his eyes burned into my gaze that smouldered.

"What are you doing he—" I started, but my words trailed off as he forcefully pushed me inside the room and slammed the door shut behind him. The words died on the tip of my tongue as if they never existed in the first place.

He appeared furious, yet I couldn't deny that it only made him look more sexy.

Get a grip, Evelyn! You can't let his good looks sway you every time!

"Excuse me, but this is my room, and you're not allowed to—" My protest was cut short as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer.

My chest collided with his, our bodies pressing against each other, and a low hiss escaped my lips. Not in pain, but in response to the sudden proximity.

Okay, this felt good. Kind of enough to make me want to forget my anger.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find the right moment to slip away from the gathering? To avoid raising suspicion that could jeopardize both of us and come here to confront your stubborn attitude?" he growled. "Do you have any fucking idea?"

"Um... no," I stammered, confused about the point he was trying to make. "So?"

But who could blame me? Every time I encountered Jacob Adriano, my senses would simply take a leave.

The next thing I registered was being lifted by my thighs and landed on my back on the bed with a thud, whilst he hovered over me.

I nearly screamed in shock, "Are you out of your mind? You could have broken my bed!"

"Yes, I've lost my mind, and I'm certain that my lack of restraint desires nothing more than to whip you into shape," he whispered against my lips. A surge of desire coursed through me, setting my skin ablaze, and a peculiar sensation ignited in the pit of my stomach, spreading like wildfire, “Besides, this isn't how I would break your bed. I have far more interesting plans in mind, baby."