My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 90

Evelyn

It turned out that his entire apartment was even more beautiful. To be honest, I doubted we'd left any corner untouched in the past twenty-four hours. In his own territory, Jacob was even wilder.

For instance, I could say - my throat was still sore, not from what you might think (although I wouldn't deny that it also happened), but from all the screaming and shouting. He wanted me loud, and my body responded to him every time he pushed inside of me, deep and raw. And man, he still knew how to discover new spots, though I'd believed he'd explored every inch of me.

Amidst all the places in his apartment, my favourite was the balcony, offering breathtaking views of Rome. Rome was beautiful, just like the Italian who had his hand wrapped around my waist. I was draped in a robe, and he had a towel hanging low around his waist as he savoured a cup of coffee.

Both of us enjoyed the view and the cool breeze, although it was hard to focus on anything else when the most beautiful sight was right beside me.

What was more gorgeous than Rome? Jacob Adriano. Fuck it! He was more stunning than the whole world combined - he was perfect!

"You know, if you keep staring at me like that," he spoke, his smile unmistakable as he continued, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at the night sky, "I might just say 'screw the coffee' and drink you right now."

My cheeks turned red, and I bit down on my bottom lip to hide my smile as I looked away. I didn’t want to be shy but god, I couldn’t help it.

He stayed silent for a few minutes, and I could feel his gaze on me the entire time.

"Don't look," I blushed even more, trying to hide my embarrassment by looking further away and turning my body to the side.

"Why? What's wrong with me seeing your pink cheeks?" He chuckled effortlessly, turning me to face him as he put the mug aside. His eyes sparkled with amusement, “I guess I've already seen your other pink somethings, haven't I?" He leaned closer to my face, my back pressed against the railing, and my heart raced.

"Pervert!" I blushed and looked away again.

"You know, you're quite the mystery, Evelyn," he smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek, then another, and another until I finally turned to him. Before I could speak, he pecked me on the lips. "No matter how much I try to understand you, rimani sempre un enigma,” He sighed, placing another kiss on my lips.

Wait... what?

"How come your Italian didn't kick in the entire time we stayed in America, but now, only twenty-four hours in Italy, you're speaking Italian?" I asked.

"Well, I thought your question would be, 'What does that mean?' So, how come you didn't ask that and this?"

"Well... I've learned Italian. We've had extra language classes, and I chose it."

'Rimani sempre un enigma' means 'You always remain an enigma.'—I was good at italy, boy. He wouldn’t be able to confuse me, not at least using italian.

"So you've been planning to fuck me for a long, long time, huh?" He chuckled, and I nearly gasped in disbelief.

"Shameless!" I playfully slapped his cheek, turning it to the side, but he looked at me again with the same grin on his face.

"Call me whatever you want, but we're fucking again," he suddenly hoisted me up, tossing me over his shoulder as if I were weightless, a giggle escaping my lips.

"Jacob! Remember, we have to wake up early tomorrow. Your sister and parents—don't forget we're meeting them!"

"That's no reason not to enjoy you," he carried me to his bedroom.

"We've already fucked! Too many times!"

"So? Is there a fucking limit?

God, this wasn't going to help.

"No! But there should be! Jacob, I won't fuck you now!" I tried to sound serious, but my voice came out more like a laugh. "Let me go!"

"Fine, all you need to do is just lie there," he chuckled in response. "I'll take care of the rest."

"Jacob, no—"

And he strolled into the room, slamming the door shut.

***

"So, Samuel whipped your arse red before finally giving you the green light to date his daughter?" Jacob's sister, Bianca, laughed in amusement. After hearing the whole story from us, that was her only question and reaction. "Ha fatto la cosa giusta, ad essere onesti. You are a terrible friend, fratello."

Translation: He did the right thing, to be honest. You are a terrible friend, Brother.

I couldn't help but chuckle, even though I tried to stifle it. Jacob shot a brief glance my way, but I covered my mouth and shook my head as if I hadn't been the one to laugh.

“Shut up. Sono sempre stato un bravo amico, sì... Voglio dire, ho perso la testa quando si tratta di lei, look at her—faresti la stessa cosa se fossi al mio posto."

Translation: Shut up. I'd always been a good friend, yeah...I mean, I lost it when it came to her, look at her—you'd do the same thing if you were at my place.

A blush crept up my cheeks at his words. God, did he know any bounds? That was a ‘no’ for sure.