My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 150 Better?

Evelyn

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, stripping away the scant clothing I wore. I fucking knew how much he wanted to touch me, to have his hands on me, lips on mine. His struggle only fueled my own desire of increasing his turmoil.

That's where Cameron came in to help. I was glad I invited him to this impromptu pool party and more glad that he showed up. Unlike me, he was totally invested in whatever that was going on between us. I wouldn't dare to put a name on it. So yeah, it was only natural for him to be there and try to spend time with me. Honestly, I did enjoy talking to him. Cameron was a good guy—a gentleman. But he didn't ignite those sparks, didn't make me feel the breathtaking chase and thrill that Jacob did. He didn't make my skin crawl or my heart race, nor did he evoke that deep urge to watch him for hours without blinking. He made me feel nothing-absolutely nothing.

And could this ever suffice for someone who was used to feeling everything at once?

I wondered if we'd ever move past this friendship phase because I certainly didn't feel anywhere near ready.

My throat grew dry, my cheeks burning under the harsh sun. What was even harsher was Jacob Adriano's gaze, heating me all over.

"Excuse me, guys," I began, removing my hand from Cameron's shoulder. "I'll be back from the kitchen."

"Why are you going to the kitchen?" Jennie asked from the pool, downing her drink. "We have all the drinks here."

"Ice," I replied plainly, knowing it would suffice. They knew how sensitive I was to the sun, but what compounded this sensitivity was my ex- boyfriend's lingering gaze. I couldn't tell them; they'd kill me if they knew I was still as attracted to Jacob as before.

They wanted me to move on, but moving on from something so intoxicating, so sinful, and so perfect in every way wasn't possible. Okay, fine, I knew Jacob wasn't perfect; he had his flaws, too many to ignore. But still the way he was, he was perfect to me. A perfection that ended up hurting me— ruining me.

"Sensitive to heat, beautiful?" Cameron asked, removing his sunglasses, his sea-blue eyes fixed on me.

"Kinda," I replied with a smile.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, there's no need," I chuckled. "I'll be right back. In the meantime, you can enjoy my friends' company. Although they are total assholes, I promise they'll be nice to you."

"Hey, we aren't assholes!" Mason protested.

"Oh, really? Thanks for letting me know," I laughed, turning around and heading into the mansion, with Mason's protests fading behind me, mixed with Cameron's chuckle and a few more laughs.

Entering the kitchen, I continued to giggle and shake my head, but the laughter died on my lips as I took the first step inside.

There stood my ruin, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, right beside the thermal ice box. His eyes locked on me, taking a slow tour of my form-from my thighs, as if he wanted to sink his teeth into them, to my belly, as if he wanted to trace his lips all over it, to my breasts, where we both knew his desires lay, and then to my neck, as if he was deciding where to leave his mark, finally meeting my gaze.

Don't freak out, Evelyn. You can do it.

You can fucking do it!!!

"Well, hello," he said in a low voice, his eyes never leaving mine, sending a nervous flutter through me.

He looked stunning. Too tempting, with his sky-blue shirt boasting a few undone buttons that offered a tantalizing glimpse of his abs, and those white jeans that clung to his long legs. I fought the urge to reach out and play with the gold chain around his neck-I missed the way it felt against my skin. Oh, how I remembered the cold sensation of it when our chests would meet, his body pressing into mine, thrusting deep.

Fuck! I needed to regain control of myself.

Deciding not to respond, if only for the sake of my sanity, I walked past him to grab ice from the box. But I realized I had ventured too close when I found myself standing right beside him-Fuck.

I attempted to retreat, almost abandoning my plan to retrieve ice, but Jacob had no intention of making things easy for me.

His hand slipped slowly around my waist, igniting a fiery trail on my bare skin as he backed me against the counter. Standing before me, winds blew in through the window, sending a shiver down my spine.

Holy....

He leaned closer without a word, his breath warming my face as he gazed at me—his eyes conveying temptations that stirred me. God, his green eyes-they were the greatest weakness I'd ever known.

My breathing quickened, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What the fuck... What the fuck are you doing?" Damn it, I was stuttering.

"I should be the one asking that question, shouldn't I?" he replied, raising an eyebrow, not backing away or making it any easier for me.

He was sexy...

Get a grip, Evelyn. Pull yourself together!

"Technically, you shouldn't be asking me anything at all," I managed to say, clearing my throat.

"But I think I should," he murmured softly. "I'm watching my girlfriend cozy up to some new guy, seeing them get closer, and to top it off, I'm forced to keep my distance. Do you still think I shouldn't be asking you anything?"

"First of all, I'm not your fucking girlfriend anymore-we're over. So, no-you shouldn't be asking me anything."

He let out a chuckle, looking

amused. "You're still my girl, Evelyn,"

We are,

he whispered lifting his hand to brush his thumb against my lower lip, pulling it down gently. "Denying it doesn't change anything. We both know that no matter where what we're doing, or what the circumstances are, we're always fucking dying to be near each other. Isn't that the truth, Evelyn? Can you change the truth just by denying it?"

I had always known he had a way with words, but it seemed he also had a knack for exposing truths I'd been desperately trying to avoid. He laid my bare, vulnerable truth before me, and worse, he intertwined it with his own. Yet, while his truth didn't weaken his intentions, it weakened me. All I had been trying to do was push him away from my mind, body, and soul.

"That's your truth—not mine," I breathed out, my words shaky as I struggled to maintain eye contact under his intense gaze.

A smirk played on his lips in response to my statement. "Making denial your escape?" he questioned, reaching behind me to grab something. The shuffling noise alerted me to the fact that he was retrieving ice.

"This is why you came here, isn't it?" he continued, showing me a few cubes.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

From the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face, I could sense something brewing in his mind, and it certainly didn't bode well for me.

But I couldn't muster a response to his question. I simply stared at him, wide-eyed, breathing heavily, as if a prey watching the most dangerous predator of all time.

"Your cheeks are red," he remarked, lifting his hand and dropping a few cubes, keeping one between his fingers as he pressed it against my cheek. My eyes fluttered shut for a moment as the cool sensation met my burning skin.

It felt... good. In many ways, actually.

"Does it feel any better?" he asked softly, and my body responded instinctively with a slight nod of my head. My eyes flew open at the realization.

His eyes burned with dark intensity, sending a shiver down my spine and making me want to clench my thighs together.

You're in trouble, Evelyn...

"You know I can make it even better,"

he murmured huskily, his gaze

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devouring me whole. With that, he placed the ice cube between his teeth and pressed me against the counter with his body. His free hand lifted my thigh, and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips descended on my neck with the cube pressing against my skin. I pressed my hands flat against the counter behind me, a moan escaping my lips instantly.