My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 101 Calm Before The Storm

Evelyn

"What's on the agenda for tonight? I surely don't want to spend the whole day locked in the apartment," I asked, blowing bubbles into the warm, enveloping water while our bodies stayed submerged. The sensation of his body against mine was nothing short of delightful.

He started to reply, but I interrupted, "Don't you dare say 'sex.' You haven't whisked me away anywhere nice yet."

A small chuckle escaped him before he planted a kiss on my shoulder, our fingers entwined. "Do you truly believe it's just sex that occupies my thoughts? Perhaps I've got plans already brewing. Couldn't that possibly happen?"

"I won't deny the possibility of plans, but I'm convinced that sex is the main course of your mind. All the fucking time."

"Shall I disprove that theory by taking you out tonight, or would you rather I confirm it by fucking you here in the bathtub? You're still a little tender down there, aren't you?" His hand slid between my thighs, and I gasped, instinctively clenching them together to evade his teasing touch, "Would that be your preference? Get fucked or be proved wrong?" He whispered, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin, while a blush painted my cheeks.

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God, I didn't even know the right words to describe him.

"You... you and your sneaky little hands," I attempted to assert, striving for strength in my voice but my stutter didn't help.

"Little? What about my hands makes you think they're small, darling?" He chuckled, taking my left hand and pressing it against his right one, which had been idly toying with my fingers. Compared to his hand, mine seemed diminutive-my fingers barely reaching halfway up his, and my palm... well, it was a subject I dared not dwell upon.

Why did I have to be so little compared to him?

"Now tell me...whose hand seems little to you?"

If it weren't so blatantly obvious, I might have claimed ignorance and said his.

He was clearly enjoying himself like any other time. And just like any other time, I was vexed. I would have preferred if he were a tad smaller in stature, but no, he was towering in every aspect. Huge everywhere.

"We're definitely not having this conversation," I retorted, shifting my focus to the water in the tub, while Jacob's chest rumbled against my back as his laughter echoed through the bathroom.

"You're adorable," he chuckled, planting a kiss on my cheek, nearly prompting a smile I struggled to suppress.

"You know, this isn't fair," I turned slightly to catch his gaze, "First, you get me all riled up, and then you hit me with a compliment. I'm not buying it anymore."

"You make it quite a task to stay angry with you, Evie," he chuckled softly, planting a gentle peck on my lips, then another. "I just can't resist those flushed cheeks and that adorable nose flare. You look sexier when angry."

"Ah, so you're the kind of guy who deliberately pisses off his girlfriend just to see her looking sexy?" I scoffed.

"Yeah, exactly that, if you put it that way," he shrugged, seemingly unfazed.

"Jerk," I playfully slapped his

shoulder, and he laughed, showing no sign of feeling it in the slightest. My small hands were no match for his rock-hard muscles. If anyone had the possibility of ending up getting hurt, it was me, and since I was totally okay after hitting the rock, there was no one injured; I was sure.

"Take it easy, Tesoro," he wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me close until my face nestled against his chest. Instantly, I felt my anger dissipating, bit by bit. "Stay here with me. Right here," he sighed, holding me firmly against him.

Without a word, I wrapped my arms around him, staying seated on his lap, and I noticed his heart was racing for some inexplicable reason. His muscles, usually relaxed, felt tense now.

Was something bothering him?

Jacob had a habit of shouldering supposed problems and relying too heavily on himself, often at the cost of his own well-being. And he'd always be the one to end up most damaged ... .I'd seen it in America, he totally prefered being hurt himself than sharing his problems.

"Are you alright, Jacob?" I inquired, studying his face.

He seemed taken aback by my question, perhaps not expecting me to pick up on the subtle shift in his demeanor. But how could I not? He was everything I cared to observe. Missing anything about him was nearly impossible.

"I'm fine," he offered a small smile. "I'm just not sure why I'm feeling a bit anxious for no apparent reason."

"You resolved your office issues, right?" I sought confirmation, and he nodded.

"Yes, I did."

"Then what's the matter?"

"I'm not certain. It might just be nothing," he shrugged, planting a kiss on my forehead and letting out a sigh. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.”

"I'm okay, baby," he smiled softly against my forehead. "You love me a lot, don't you?"

"Stop it, silly," I muffled my voice against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. "Promise me you won't keep anything from me."

"I promise," he reassured, drawing me in closer, letting out a contented sigh. "As long as you're by my side, everything will remain as it should. You're my guiding light."

A smile curved my lips at his words. "I love you."

I wished for everything to remain as it was. We weren't flawless, but in this moment, we were perfect. Everything felt so right, like a dream...

"I love you too, Evelyn."