My Dad's Bestfriend



Evelyn

Jacob's body froze the moment my lips met his. In that fraction of a second, the rational part of me screamed to use my fucking brain and pull away, but the foolish, greedy, hungry part didn't listen. It refused to let go because it wanted this-wanted him. Close. Right here. With me.

With his lips against mine.

When he didn't move, I kissed him softly, my lips brushing against his. Then, as if a dam had broken, his body relaxed, and he grabbed the back of my neck, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

Holy...

This is a very stupid decision, Evelyn. Stop before it's too late.

Just fucking stop.

I wanted to heed the warning in my mind, but my body, my soul, and now even my mind had betrayed me. I was consumed by overwhelming desire, longing, and the love I'd tried so hard to bury. The fire within me was too vast, too intense. I couldn't tame it, but this kiss... as much as it fueled the flames, it soothed them too. It calmed my soul, sating the torturous urges, making up for those agonizing minutes that turned into hours, hours into days, bridging the gap that kept me from what was mine.noveldrama

But I knew it was temporary.

This kiss was just a fleeting illusion, a momentary escape from the struggle. But I clung to it because I was tired, too fucking tired to fight anymore. I just wanted him. Only him.

He kissed me like his life depended on it, and I kissed him back as if he were my entire world, my very existence the reason I woke up in the morning, the reason I kept going and didn't give up on life.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, devouring me. Each stroke of his tongue ignited the fire already raging within me. Sparks shot through my body, and my skin tingled. Rational thoughts vanished in the heat of the moment, swept away as his lips moved against mine. The same warmth, the same passion, pushed me back into the waves of emotions I thought I'd extinguished long ago.

Jacob fucking Adriano wasn't just a man to me. He wasn't just love, or just an emotion. He coursed through every one of my fucking veins, something my entire existence depended on. He mattered more than the air I breathed.

Our lips dueled, teeth clashing, colliding. He caught my lower lip between his teeth and bit down, kissing me with a hunger that took my breath away. But what he couldn't take away was the need-the insatiable need for more. I wanted him more and more. I wanted this to last forever.

But nothing lasts forever, does it?

Soon, I felt Jacob gently pulling away, his body stiffening—a clear sign that, despite this being the last thing he wanted to do, he knew he had to. Every fiber of me screamed to stop him, to cup his face, tangle my hands in his hair, and pull him back for a deeper kiss. But I failed. I had to restrain myself, to let him go.

Our eyes stayed locked, his lips still close to mine, both of us breathing heavily as we stared at each other. His eyes... they told me he wanted this to last forever, more than I did. And I knew he could read mine, which said nothing different. I wanted him. I wanted to forget every terrible thing and have him back in my life because only then would I feel whole again.

The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words.

I felt hesitant, caught in the lingering connection between us.

I felt weak.

I felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

I knew this man was my ruin, but I also knew that he made me feel alive. And I wanted to feel alive again-like those nights in Italy, the night on the yacht, the nights in my bedroom, the day his eyes raked over my body when I was in the I pool, and the moment we painted together, painted love, painted memories.

I traced my tongue over my bottom lips, my urges strong.

I want to kiss him again.....

As if Jacob could read my thoughts, his eyes flicked down to my lips, and he cupped my cheek, pulling me in for another kiss. I leaned in, my lips parting, ready to lose myself in him again, when suddenly, the sound of footsteps halting at the doorway made us both freeze.

My eyes darted to the doorway, and so did Jacob's Standing there was the last person I

expected Cameron, his expression unreadable. Disappointment? No Anger Not that either. But pain? Yes, that was something I could

recognize. What baffled mald

though,

was the absence of surprise. There wasn't even a trace of it in his eyes.

For a second, my mind went blank.

He'd seen it. Cameron had definitely seen us leaning in for a kiss, Jacob's hand still resting against my cheek, though he was slowly pulling it away. "Cameron, I—" I stammered, words caught in my throat as I looked at him, my body frozen, unable to stand.

"I'll leave," Jacob suddenly announced, clearing his throat. "You two should talk." He stood up, sparing me one last glance that sent an ache through my chest before he walked out, brushing past Cameron.

Shit.

This was all my fault. In my rage, trying to hurt Jacob, I'd ended up playing with someone's heart who had done nothing wrong.

I finally found the strength to stand as Cameron's gaze remained fixed on me. He didn't move from the threshold, probably waiting for me to speak.

I wiped my sweaty hands against my dress and drew in a shaky breath.

There was a whole lot of explaining I'd have to do, and I didn't know if either of us was ready for it.

God, what do I do?

"Cameron, I—" I began, my mind racing, heart pounding so hard it physically hurt. I was freaking out inside. "Jacob and I... we're—"

And then Cameron said the most unexpected thing. Something I hadn't imagined he'd guess, even in my wildest dreams, especially not so soon before I'd had a chance to explain.

"He's your ex."