EvelynMy eyes widened as my breath hitched and my heart pounded against my chest. Sweat slicked my skin in seconds, and a bead traced a slow path between my breasts, catching Jacob's gaze. I screamed into his hand as his fingers thrust deep inside me. His other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly as he pressed me firmly against the bar, his fingers curling within me. A gasp escaped my lips, muffled by his hand."Bet Cameron never made you this wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my face, his hand still silencing me. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Can he, though? Can he make you as wet as I do?" His thumb found my clit, and I jerked, my hips trembling as his fingers began to move.Fuck!This all reminded me of that day at the pool. The first time he touched me, when his fingers, just like now, thrust deep inside me, and he fucked me so well with his fingers that I came within minutes. He could read my body as if every detail was written in his own blood, and I could never
EvelynAs I had fucking expected, I couldn't get a wink of sleep the entire night. Wine didn't help, sleeping pills didn't help, and even trying to bring myself to orgasm didn't help, most probably because I refused to imagine his face. He was both my dream and my nightmare, my pleasure and my pain, the object of both my love and hate, my desires and regrets. Sometimes I wished I could erase every single memory of him, but then I realized how meaningless my life would be without them.He made me miserable but at the same time he made me feel alive.Fuck! How am I supposed to forget him?I shook off my thoughts as I washed my face. "God, Evelyn! This is not the time to get fucking emotional and think of all the reasons why you should go back to him because, in reality, you fucking shouldn't!"Grumbling a few curses, I finished my routine and freshened up for the morning. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my puffy face despite not having slept at all. I might not show signs
EvelynMy eyes widened slightly at the sight of the roses and Cameron standing there early in the morning. My brows lifted in surprise as I breathed out softly, my hand instinctively reaching to take the bouquet from his hand. "That's...that's so sweet, Cameron," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the roses. A strange guilt gnawed at me, knowing how much effort he put in for me, while I could never reciprocate even a fraction of it. "I-I...thank you so much."God. I felt so fucking guilty. Why was he so nice to me? I so badly wished he was not this nice because it would have made it easier. "Who is it, Evie?" Clara's voice boomed from inside, snapping me back to reality. Standing in the doorway, I blocked their view of Cameron. They could only catch a glimpse of his blonde hair and hints of the red jacket he wore. Not even Jacob could see him, and the thought of getting on his nerves overshadowed the guilt I'd initially felt when I initially saw the roses.I was a horrible person. So fuc
JacobI slammed the door shut, groaning in annoyance. She and that boy-toy were in her fucking room. I had to give it to Samuel for not letting the door be locked, but at the same time, I was furious with him for letting that goddamn Cameron stay here with Evelyn. My Evelyn. But did I have anything to say to him? Absolutely not. I couldn't. Because he was pissed at me, so fucking pissed and there was nothing I could do about it unless Evelyn forgave me, which now seemed like a distant dream."Argh!" I groaned, slamming my hands against the coffee table in the corner of my room. Frustration crawled all over my skin, and rage burned within me. I was so mad that all I wanted to do was stride into her room and break Cameron's neck—no, slice his skin, chop up his flesh, shatter her bones, and feed it to the dog.God! Never in my life had I thought I'd be jealous of a twenty-one-year-old boy. For fuck's sake.Evelyn messed me up really badly. And she was still playing with me, using that
Evelyn "Why... why should he leave?" I mustered the courage to ask, though my nerves danced on a razor's edge. His stance, his penetrating gaze, the weight of his question—all combined to fray my composure. There was an undeniable force in his presence, his fucking aura, one that threatened to bring me to my knees. "Because I said so," he retorted, his voice laced with icy resolve, his eyes daring me to challenge him. Despite the cocktail of nerves, guilt, and desire swirling within me, I found the strength to respond. "Your word may be law in your domain, but not here," I countered, arms folded defiantly across my chest. "Cameron stays." Jacob's jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides, and a storm brewed in his gaze, anger palpable in every line of his body. I knew he wouldn't harm me physically, but his methods were unpredictable. Would it be a stern reprimand or something far more... intriguing? Well no, it'd be wicked. Absolutely fucking wicked. "Evelyn, it's fine," Cam
EvelynThe moment his fingers landed on my soaking-wet, aching, and bare pussy, I knew he would make sure I lost this battle before it even began. Suddenly, I couldn't speak, breathe, or think straight. All I could focus on was his touch—those goddamn fingers on me. They had just made contact with my pussy, and already, my body was on fire. Untameable, wild, ferocious fire.I gasped at the sensations exploding in my lower abdomen, my heart hammering in my chest, my eyes locked with his, unblinking.God! Save me."His touch doesn't leave you this shaken, does it?" A smirk curved his lips as his fingers began drawing slow, soft, torturous circles on my clit.Fuck!Don't moan, Evelyn.Don't you dare moan.I struggled against his grip, but my chest pressed against his, the heat of his body seeping into mine, driving me insane. Our faces were too close, and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. I wanted to kiss him. So badly. But at the same time, I didn't want to 'want to' kiss him. Did th
EvelynAfter that mind-blowing orgasm and Jacob's final touch, another night was slipping by in terrifying silence. I tossed and turned in bed, restless, unable to get a wink of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts, loud and unkind, questioning my dignity and the self-preservation I had until I let Jacob finger-fuck and lick me to a shattering climax that I could still feel between my thighs. The sensitivity was still lingering there. I was so fucking stupid to allow him to do that because now, I stimply couldn’t get him out of my head.If there was anything I should have felt for him, it should have been hatred. But no, I felt everything else—the fire, the warmth, the urge, the craving, the hunger—every fucking thing except the one emotion I believed I should have felt for him: hatred.God, Maybe, I could never ever hate him and this realization was sickening.I emitted a soft groan, trying to banish his image from my mind. He had looked so incredibly hot with my essence on his lips,
EvelynI shouldn't have done that. It was the only sentence that echoed in my mind. Nearly four hours had passed since that kiss, and the sounds of birds starting to chirp outside my window in the garden didn't escape my ears. Morning.I shouldn't have done that.As I landed strokes on the canvas, the beauty of his mesmerizing green eyes slowly came to life. Each detail made them look more real, weakening me with every passing second. But I kept painting. Even though I didn't want to feel close to him, painting him was doing exactly that. Yet, I knew I needed it—I needed to feel close to him. Because that kiss, though I told him it meant nothing, meant everything to me.A kiss that lasted only a minute, yet with a few strokes of his tongue, our fingers tangling in each other's hair, our heartbeats syncing, our bodies melting, worlds colliding, winds stopping inches from our skin because of the sudden heat radiating from our lips touching, all that happened at once... could never mean
Evelyn “We’re already late,” I sighed, resting my chin against his chest. “We really need to get up and head to Bianca’s, or she’s going to kill us.”“We can be a little late,” he murmured, effortlessly flipping us so I was on my back, with him hovering above me. Slowly, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good.”“Dummy,” I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. “It’s already past breakfast time. If we don’t get there soon, she’ll be plotting our deaths.”He hummed, pressing a kiss to the spot between my neck and shoulder before trailing his nose along my jawline. “Trust me, baby. Since she invited us for breakfast, she probably has a secret dinner planned too. Besides, she knows us.”“She knows us?” I raised an eyebrow, gently grabbing his jaw and making him look at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“What I mean,” he began, his left hand slipping under the duvet and tracing my inner thigh, “is that she k
Sometimes, just when you think you’ve finally reached solid ground, life finds a way to pull the rug out from under you. One moment, everything seems to be falling into place, and the next, it's unraveling faster than you can hold it together. Evelyn and Jacob are bracing for the fiercest storm they've ever faced—a storm that will test them in ways they never imagined. This isn't just another bump in the road; it’s a plunge into depths they’ve never explored. Get ready, because this time, they’re on a rollercoaster that’s about to dive even deeper, with twists and turns they may not come back from unchanged. It’s time to dive deeper. *** “You’re too young for a child, Evelyn. Don’t you get it?” Jacob’s voice thundered. “You can’t have that baby.” “Why not?!” I shot back, defiant and trembling. “I have a say in this too! This is my choice. I’m keeping the baby, Jacob, whether you like it or not.” Jacob groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Evelyn, I really don’t h
Evelyn “Welcome back.” Jacob scooped me up the moment I stepped inside the apartment, spinning us around before I even had a chance to take a step on my own. I laughed, holding on tighter as he twirled us, our laughter filling the familiar space.“Silly,” I whispered as he settled us on the couch, cradling me in his lap like a baby. Jacob always treated me like one, and honestly, I didn’t mind being spoiled. After the long flight, I should’ve felt tired, but the moment we breathed in the air of Italy, any exhaustion disappeared. And being back in this apartment, where we’d built so many memories—the good, the hard, the unforgettable—felt as sweet as it was bittersweet.“You have no idea how empty this place felt after you left,” Jacob murmured, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. “It was like I was dying a little every day. The silence, missing your warmth, your scent, the soft sound of your footsteps… it all just killed me, baby. I love you.” His forehead presse
Evelyn“God, you are beautiful,” Jacob murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I snuggled closer to him under the umbrella on the chaise lounge, wrapped in his warmth and the safety of his arms. This was, what, the third time he’d told me this today? I couldn’t lie; I loved every word, every look he’d been giving me. Lately, it was like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he was falling all over again, and if I claimed not to enjoy it, I’d be the biggest liar. Well, I was a liar at times but when it came to Jacob, or anything about him, I’d was nothing but honest.“Careful there,” I giggled, glancing up at him. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.”“Too late for that, Evie. I’ve been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember.”“Oh, really?” I teased, brushing my nose against his.Just then, Jennie’s groan cut through our bubble. “Please, stop. I’ve been watching this for the last hour, and if I have to see any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense, I’m going to need another drink. L
Evelyn"Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain.""Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust."I want to see the blue one," he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it."More?" I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. "Jacob, I’m running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?"His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. "Better figure it out, baby, because I’m not done yet. Now, go try this one too.""Jacob—""Go, Evelyn.""Fine. But if I never wear half of these, it’s on you."He laughed softly, and I felt myself fighting a smile, masking it with a glare as I stepped into the dressing room. T
EvelynI drew in a deep breath, feeling the thick silence that had settled over the room. Jacob and I had discussed this trip to Italy at the café earlier, and although nerves hummed beneath my skin, a larger part of me was thrilled. Going back would be a fresh start, a chance for us to be together without the cloud of past events hanging over us. Last time, circumstances hadn’t allowed for much happiness, and yet here we were, hoping to rewrite that story.This trip could be really be different and thousand percent better.But there was one catch: my dad.He’d always been protective, and after everything that happened there, I knew he might see this as a risk—a trip he wouldn’t want me to take, not so soon. I glanced at Jacob, feeling his hand give mine a small, reassuring squeeze under the table as Dad emitted a long sigh. He reached for more veggies, placing them on his plate with a practiced calm, chewing as though he hadn’t heard the question Jacob had asked moments earlier.Was
Evelyn“If you two were going to make up this fast, then why the hell did you fight like that?” I glared at Dad and Jacob, incredulous. They were laughing, clinking their glasses together like they hadn’t been at each other’s throats this morning. I’d practically dragged Jacob out of the house, and forced him to sit in a coffee shop with me to calm down, maybe even let out a little steam. And while I was doing damage control, Dad had called me, saying, “Kick his arse, and come home without him. Don’t even think about bringing him back.”Yet here we were, hours later, with them acting like nothing had ever happened. I had no clue what changed. All I remembered was Jacob getting a call from Dad, his face going from stormy to smiling in seconds. “Let’s go,” he’d said, just like that. “My friend’s calling me back.”I clenched my fists. What was the point of putting Clara and me through their drama if they were just going to wave it off like it didn’t matter?“Hey, remember that girl? Yola
EvelynJacob and I sat across from Dad and Clara. Dad looked ready to grill us both, clearly expecting some lengthy, soul-baring explanation, while Clara seemed keen to move past the awkwardness as fast as possible. Honestly, I was right there with her. I had zero interest in dissecting our reasons—or lack thereof—for behaving like complete idiots, knowing full well it was wrong yet pressing on anyway.Truth was, if “no answer” were a valid response, it would top my list.Jacob and I exchanged a look as Dad wrapped up what felt like his hundredth question. We both knew we had nothing concrete to offer. Sure, we might’ve had a few scattered reasons, but none Dad would actually find acceptable."Listen, you two," Dad barked, "stop staring at each other and answer my questions right away. Chronologically, starting from question one.""Sorry, what was the question again?" Jacob’s casual tone almost made me laugh, but I caught myself, noting the way Dad’s expression twisted between irritat
EvelynAfter crying out through my second orgasm, I teetered on the edge of a third, begging for something I couldn't even name. My hands clung to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip while my knees straddled his face, and his lips and tongue moved with a precision that drove me wild. Every flick and stroke pushed me beyond what I thought I could take, yet left me craving more.My legs shook—no, not just my legs, but every part of me trembled violently. I couldn't tell if I was holding myself up or if it was Jacob's hands on my hips, squeezing and slapping my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me that had me gasping for more.I had no fucking idea how I'd even reached those first two orgasms and even less of a clue how I'd survive this third. The beginning was a blur of sanity, but it wasn't long before I was lost in a haze where desire consumed me, and filled my bones, my every fiber, my very soul."Jacob, please," I moaned, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from my fa