My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 115 Calm Before The Storm

Evelyn

"You destroyed me..." I exhaled, burying my head into his neck, feeling his presence engulf me, even now, lingering in every corner of my being. I could still feel him down there.....that's how good those rounds had been.

"I don't destroy beautiful things," he murmured, his hand tracing my spine before gently disappearing into my hair, his fingers brushing my scalp, evoking a soft gasp from my lips. It was a welcome sensation, especially after the fervent intensity of his touch, all that tugging and pulling onto my poor hairlocks, when he had pounded into me from behind—a memory still vivid in my senses.

Though, I couldn't deny the thrill of his tugging and pulling... but let that be, I was already exhausted for the night.

"What do you do, then?" I asked, without lifting my head or meeting his gaze. I could almost picture the expression on his striking face without having to glance at him-right now, it was likely one of those sexy smirks that inevitably melted into breathtaking grins.

God, I loved him!

Jacob remained silent for a fleeting moment before finally speaking up, "I just love them right."

"Mind if I ask how many 'beautiful things' you've encountered?" I finally looked at him.

"Well..." He emitted a small, throaty laugh, brushing my hair away from my face. His fingers lingered, tracing from my collarbone to the sides of my breasts, down to my hip, as if he were savoring the sight of me, despite having already memorized every detail countless times.

"Well, what? Tell me."

"A few, but none as beautiful as you are, my love," he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. "God, you are a masterpiece." He kissed me again. "You could just be saying that to make me feel better," I teased, raising an eyebrow. I relished getting under his skin-it was a guilty pleasure I didn't feel guilty about in the least.

"Hey, it's a crime for you to even start having those doubts," he said, his tone serious, his gaze unwavering, settling on me in a way that already told me that he thought I was ridiculous, "Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You are perfect, alright? There's no one who could compete with you."

I fought a smile as he spoke his words had a way of melting any doubts, especially when I was already so deeply in love with him. So, inevitably, a smile broke across my face.

"Why are you so sweet?" I hugged him, planting gentle kisses on his neck. "You know you are the sweetest human being I've ever come across?" "I'm not sweet. I'm just stating the truth-Samuel's got some damn good genes," he chuckled, reverting to his usual teasing self. "Danica wasn't that pretty, but look at you, like a masterpiece. And Clara is pretty. I wonder how your siblings will look if they have a child. Probably gorgeous, thanks to Samuel's genes, even if he himself is...well, ugly."

My mouth nearly hung open at his words. It hadn't even been a second since I called this guy a sweet human being.

"I take my words back," I grabbed the pillow from behind me and hurled it at his face. "You are a jerk!"

"Hey, I was just joking," he shielded himself with his hands, dodging my attacks.

"That did not..." another hit, "sound like a joke!"

"But it was," he laughed, seemingly unfazed. "Trust me. I was just trying to get the little beast out of you."

"Beast out of me? What do you think this is? Some Twilight crap?"

"Speaking of which, the wolf guy and I have the same name. So that makes you Renesmee but the only exception is that I never ever, even in my nightmares liked Danica-she was never my type."

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He couldn't be fucking serious.

First, he indirectly called me a beast and then tagged it with 'little' and now this! What the heck was 'little beast' supposed to mean? I wasn't small! "You jerk!" I retaliated, delivering another blow, this time sitting up and straddling him to launch a direct attack on his face. However, with his strong arms, he effortlessly grabbed the pillow and tossed it away. When I attempted to grab another one, he flipped us, leaving me beneath him, asserting control as he always did.

"I was just joking, Evelyn."

"Move away, I'm not done yet!"

"Not happening!"

This jerk...

"Fine, you brought this upon yourself!" I sank my teeth into his wrist, but it did nothing—I swear, he had 'beast' skin, too tough even for my teeth.

"My skin's not fragile like yours,

baby," he chuckled, gently freeing his

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wrist from my teeth. A frustrated huff escaped my lips. "See, you just gave me a precious mark." He kissed the spot where I'd bitten and leaned in closer.

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"Do you realize you pout like a baby when you're angry?" he murmured, looking at me as if I were a toddler He used to gaze at me with that innocent affection when I was a kid, and worse, his affection remained the same over the years while mine grew dirtier every day.

"Not at all. I don't pout," I shook my head, trying to compose my expression. Well, I knew I pouted a lot, but I wasn't about to admit it to him and let him win, was I? The answer is no!

"So you're not going to agree?" he bit his lip, suppressing a smile.

"I'm not going to agree to something that's not true!"

"Adorable," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"Hey, we're having a serious conversation here. Can you stay serious?"

"Fine, I'll stay serious. Tell me, what do you have to say?"

Okay, that was easy.

But here comes the downside I didn't have a valid reason to argue with him. I mean, I had a lot of fun, but that wasn't the point; I needed reasons too, right?

"You called me 'little beast'!"

"And let me guess, you're only offended by the 'little' part?" he asked, knowing me all too well.

I opened my mouth, the word 'yes' almost escaping, but then I blurted out, "No!"

"That's the truth, Evie. You're lying," he nibbled my nose gently, and I groaned.

"What the heck?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but just then, his phone rang.

Our attention shifted, and Jacob reluctantly got up, walking over to the table, while I stared at his butt-he had a good butt, and I wondered whether I wanted to bite it or squeeze it. I think, I'd rather bite it.

However, another question arose who could be calling him at this hour?

I watched as Jacob answered the call, quickly falling silent after that. He grabbed a spare towel, wrapped it around his hips, and headed to the

balcony.

From inside the room, I could see

met

Jacob wasn't pleased with whatever the person on the other end had to say, and it started to concern me Moments later, he hung up, his jaw tight and his fists clenched, but then his eyes met mine, and he shrugged it off as he walked back into the room.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up and covering myself with the duvet.

"Nothing, just office trouble," he casually tossed his phone aside and got back on the bed. "Everything's alright. Don't worry."

I knew he was dealing with Tyler named trouble at the office, but his reaction wasn't typical for office problems. Something felt off.

"Jacob, are you sure everything's okay? You can share everything with me, you know that, right?"

He smiled at my words, pulling me closer as he laid by my side. He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "I know. And trust me, it was nothing important. Let's sleep, okay? It's already pretty late."

Reluctantly, I decided to let go of the topic, knowing he'd tell me when he was ready.

"Okay," I moved closer to his arms, resting my face against his chest. With his hand rubbing my back and the sound of his gentle, calm heartbeats, I fell asleep.