My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 90 Wild And Wonderful

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.

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"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.

"Jacob..." I whispered under my breath, trying to stop him, but he seemed unfazed.

"Don't be shy, Evelyn. You'd better

get used to his shamelessness. Trust me, he's only going to get more shameless," Bianca laughed, looking back at Jacob, a

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mischievous smile tugging at

lips as she crossed her arms. "Well, I'm thankful I'm not in your shoes, Questo amore e queste cose, non mi toccano. But I'm happy you've moved on from that witch-I mean, God, she was pure evil!" Translation: This love and shit, it doesn't get to

me.

"I moved on from her a long time ago, Bee. It was her who'd show up everywhere I went," he scoffed, "I almost lost Evie because of her..." Slipping

his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer, kissed my neck, and inhaled my scent, sighing in satisfaction.

I tried to nudge him with my elbow, but he wouldn't budge. Indeed, in Italy, he was a wild one-the past hours had already been enough to tell me that, and I wondered how much more there was to see.

"I see...." Bianca looked at us, chuckling, "You're whipped, my little fratello!"

Before Jacob could respond, she continued, "But I have to admit, Evelyn's stunning! Gosh, how did you even manage to get someone like her? Looking at your past girlfriends, they were...ugh! Forget it!"

My eyes snapped toward Jacob, "Well... I thought someone didn't date much."

"Hey, none of them were my girlfriends," he spoke, glaring at Bianca before looking at me, "Yes, we fucked, but no, I never 'dated' any of them that you saw with me. Why assume?"

"Aspetta, they were not your girlfriends? Porca miseria-sei proprio un pervertito," Bianca ended up laughing, "God, I can't believe this is the same Jacob who used to cry over chocolates, even at the age of thirteen." Translation: Wait, they were not your girlfriends? Damn it-You're really a pervert.

"Bianca!"

"What?" A laugh slipped past my lips. "He used to cry at thirteen and for chocolates?"

Okay. This was fun.

"No, that's nonsense," Jacob hastily spoke up, irritation etched on his face as he glared at his sister. I could see a slight hint of pink on his cheeks— he was blushing. Adorable!

"Well, sorry to break it to you, Evie,

but your boyfriend used to be a crybaby. I don't know about now

since he's so busy with his business and all stupid shit, but yeah, he used to cry a lot," Bianca laughed,

carefree about Jacob's reeled

"I

wish you could have seen him. Mom and Dad have the pictures. You

should see them! He was the worst of kids. Annoying, a crybaby, picky eater, and so on."

I couldn't stop laughing at this point.

"So I guess all these muscles and stuff, they came from chocolate?" I asked, earning a glare from him. Nheless, I continued, "What brand do you prefer, by the way? Posso portarti dei cioccolatini, tesoro." I pinched his cheek, and he pulled away, annoyed. (Translation: "I can bring you some chocolates, Baby.")

"See, Bianca. What you just did? Now I am going to have to deal with this for at least a week! Ti odio così tanto." (Translation: "I hate you so much.")

"Anche io ti amo, fratello." She blew him a kiss before giving me a high-five. "By the way, your Italian is good, Evie. I guess you always belonged to the family; this asshole was just a bit late." Translation: I love you too, Brother.

"He is always late," I sighed, shaking my head, a laugh escaping my lips. "Still a cute tesoro, you see." (Translation: "Baby.")

"Well, if I hadn't been late, I would have been in jail," Jacob scoffed.

Well, that was dark but true.

"Okay, I hate to admit but that was...on point," Bianca blew a low sigh, taking a sip of her coffee.

"No one would have put you in jail," I rolled my eyes.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Well, my jaw still hurts from your

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dad's punch, and you've seen how passionate he was about ripping me into two halves. So, what do you think he would have done if I'd touched you back then? He'd have killed me himself, and of course, it

would be right. Yes, I can be out of bounds sometimes, but I'm not that much of a pervert."

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He got me.

"I won't say you are wrong..."

"That means I am right," he flashed me a grin, teasing me," "Accept it, tesoro. Sometimes being late is good."

I looked at him, wanting to say something, but he truly got me. Or maybe I was just bad at arguments, who knew?

"Leave it, Evelyn. Let him have this; I will tell you more of his secrets," Bianca interrupted. "You'll have many chances after that."

"Hey, no!" He barked before I could speak.

"Why? She should know the truth."

"You lawyers, always lying, even within the family," He muttered, "Bloody wimps."

Oops!

"What did you just say, you asshole?! Say it again, and I'll shove your business shit right back into your arse!"

Woah!

"You're all talk, no walk, Bee."

And there the two siblings went, arguing like little kids, and I sat there, watching the scene in sheer disbelief.

This family was... crazy.