My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

For the first time in my life, I despised the sheer size of my father's mansion. The damn thing was so massive that even climbing the stairs felt like traversing the entire country. I kid you not. Those ridiculously long flights of stairs were a struggle, especially when I was in a rush to catch up with the devil himself. Usually, it never felt like a challenge, but today was different.

When I finally reached the top, my breaths came out in heavy gasps, reminiscent of someone who had just finished running a marathon.

The floor stretched before me, vacant and devoid of any signs of the man who seemed to have vanished into thin air like a magician. Well...he did have his moments of magic, but not in this instance. If you know what I mean.

As my eyes futilely searched for any trace of him, my ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps

I turned to the left, following the sound, and soon enough, I spotted the devil walking through the long corridor.

For a moment, I contemplated calling out his name, but my bizarre curiosity got the better of me. Some inexplicable desire to remain hidden for a little longer took hold, and I trailed behind him like a spy shadowing a dangerous criminal.

My brows furrowed as I observed his measured steps. He seemed oblivious to my presence, showing no signs of suspicion or glancing back, which was a relief for my covert mission.

Thank goodness. So far, I remained undetected.

He made a turn, and I quickened my pace to catch up, only to find myself in an empty corridor.

What the heck!

Jacob had vanished once again.

Perplexed, I looked around, feeling like a lost puppy. How was this possible?

Could it be that he had somehow noticed me?

Nah, I'm too smart for that. He couldn't have...

Before I could finish my thought, a hand shot out from behind a pillar, gripping my arm, and I found myself forcefully pressed against the nearest wall.

A gasp escaped my lips, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise as confusion washed over me.

Okay, maybe I am not that smart.

"Well...hello, my love," he said, a mischievous smirk playing on his tempting lips, revealing that he had been aware of my presence all along. "Well...care to enlighten me about your plan?" I retorted, mimicking his tone.

"No specific plan," he shrugged, moving closer, his hand sliding down to my waist as he pinned me against the wall. Heat radiated from his body against mine as his nose trailed along my neck, causing the hair on my skin to stand on end like sharp needles.

"There has to be something," I managed to speak up, "First, you sneak up here, undetected. Then, you vanish despite knowing I was following you. And now, you're here, trapping me in these strong, muscular arms like a kidnapper. All of this can't be for nothing. So either you tell me, or I head downstairs right now."

"Well, it seems I have underestimated you," he chuckled, exhaling softly. "You're quite observant."

"Yes, I always have been," I pressed my lips together, squinting my eyes at him, studying him as if he were a thief or a rogue who had committed a serious offence, "Now, tell me what's going on in that mind of yours and why you're here when the party is downstairs?"

"Actually, I have a rather compelling explanation for that," he began, his hand gently brushing away strands of hair from my face, deliberately letting his fingers graze my skin, causing my breathing to quicken. With undivided attention, he focused solely on me, "First and foremost, I must mention that you look absolutely stunning in that red dress. Your curves were beckoning me more than you can imagine..." His hands slid down my hips, firmly cupping my butt, pulling me closer so that our chests pressed together.

I fought back a moan, biting the inside of my cheek. Jacob's touch fueled the burning fire within me, a flame that had been raging for an unknown length of time.

There was no denying that I was deeply entangled in him, trapped in something that should have frightened me, but unfortunately didn't.

"But, as you're well aware, the party is brimming with familiar and unfamiliar faces. While I can't vouch for the unfamiliar ones, I can confidently say that some of the known individuals could pose a considerable threat if, by some unfortunate turn of events, I were to lose control and do something... to you and this appealing body of yours," he paused for a moment, his warm breath wafting across my face, leaving me with a tantalising sensation, "So, leaving was the only viable solution for me. It was a way to protect both of us from the unwanted complications that could arise."

"I must say, I find that reason quite unsatisfactory when there could have been numerous alternative solutions, and you could have simply given me an easy hint," I huffed, frustration evident in my voice. "You can be incredibly unreasonable at times."

Amusement sparkled in his eyes, and I couldn't believe he was actually enjoying this argument.

"Well, I suppose I can offer you another reason," he pretended to ponder for a moment, "I simply don't enjoy parties."

"That's highly illogical coming from the man who has always been the centre of attention at every party," I retorted.

I could vaguely recall him throwing parties every single week, although I was too young to attend any of them. His phone calls to my dad and the numerous invitations had not escaped my notice. "Let's just say I've been to one too many parties to develop a genuine liking for them," he said, raising an eyebrow and resting his hand against the wall behind me, while his other hand remained firmly wrapped around my waist.

"You know, it's quite ironic. You're well aware that I see through your lies, yet you continue lying right to my face."

Inside, I wanted to jump in excitement for delivering the perfect comeback, but I maintained a composed expression, keeping up the pretence of seriousness.

"Believe me, I used to enjoy parties in the past. But now, they don't hold much appeal for me... unless there's something, or rather someone, that draws me in," he smirked, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, "And with you present at Samuel's party, it becomes a whole lot more interesting. However, I can't trust myself when I'm around you, and that's precisely why we're having this conversation."

"This is quite surprising coming from your side, considering how determined you were to not wreck your best friend's daughter," I said, my hands moving to encircle his neck as I leaned in closer, teasingly brushing my lips against his, "Tell me, Mr. Adriano, where have your morals gone?"

"To hell," he growled, the look in his eyes revealing his struggle to maintain composure, "They're gone. Long gone. And you, Evelyn, are the reason for it. God knows, what spell you've cast on me, but every time I touch you, I feel like a damn sinner, and I fucking love it. I never thought, not even in my wildest dreams, that I would love committing the same sins over and over again, but I just... do. And it feels so fucking right."

His words ignited a fiery desire throughout my entire being. I had intended to make him lose control, but now it seemed that I, too, was on the brink of losing myself.

He was intoxicating. Like a drug, a lethal one.

"You know, I once heard that once you commit the greatest sin, nothing else you do is considered sinful anymore," I whispered, desire clouding my senses as I yearned to lose myself in him, "So why don't we put an end to this cycle once and for all? You know what needs to be done, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," he replied in a low voice, "But you should understand that once you give in, there's no turning back."

"It was never me who wanted to hold back, Jacob," I asserted, "I have always been sure about what I want, and I don't foresee a day when I would question my decisions."

"I've spent half my life riddled with regret for things I could never undo, Evelyn," he whispered, "It took me a long time to reach this point where I stand now-finally certain of my choices and what I want in life. I don't want you to carry the weight of regret because it will destroy you. You still have the opportunity to step back if you wish to."

I could sense his concern, the swirling questions that occupied his mind. Jacob was the most complex person I had ever encountered. But today, it seemed easier to see through his facade, to unravel his complexity. Sometimes he was an open book, while at other times he remained a tantalising mystery. However, at this moment, it wasn't Jacob who was the mystery. The uncertainty lay in how the next moments would unfold for us.

Yet amidst this whirlwind of emotions, the one truth that remained steadfast was my unwavering desire for him. There was no one else I yearned for, no debate to be had. It was only him, and it would always be him. Forever and ever.

"I never regret, Jacob," I murmured, pulling him closer until our foreheads touched, "Take me to your room. Now."