EvelynAs Dad knocked on the door, there was no response. The eerie silence emanating from his room only intensified the twisting feeling in my gut. I wasn't sure what I should do. If Dad weren't here, I might have just barged through the door without a second thought.He was a grown man, fully capable of handling his emotions, so why did I feel so anxious? Why did I have this overwhelming need to help him, even when I wasn't sure if he actually needed me?Fuck! I hadn't thought I'd end up falling for him so deep. It felt insane. I was being driven to the brink of madness."Jacob, I know you're in there. Please, just open the door, okay?" Dad asked.But once again, there was no answer from Jacob."Jacob?"Was he even in there?"Man, open the door. This is my house!"My eyes widened, and I impulsively slapped Dad's arm, "Dad! You can't solve this like you solve our arguments. He's not your kid, for God's sake!" I whispered urgently."Then what am I supposed to do?" he asked, lowering h
EvelynI do not want to open the door— That's what I tried to convince myself as I struggled to remain in my place, battling my own inner turmoil.Why was he here? He shouldn't be second-guessing himself given how composedly he had uttered those words, sharp as daggers, without a hint of hesitation. He had won that round—slipping away effortlessly."Evelyn?"Damn! The timbre of his voice tugged at me, and I resented how much sway he held over me and I despised how much control he had over me.Anger surged within me, and I wiped away my tears, determined to stand my ground. I got off the bed, determined not to let him affect me any longer. Enough was enough.I opened the door. "Why are you here? Want me to book a plane ticket for you?"Instead of the quick response I had expected, he looked at me, his eyes taking in my tear-stained face and the evidence of my crying. His gaze softened.For a fleeting moment, my anger wavered, but I clenched my fists, holding on to it.He was dressed as
Evelyn "Whoa, is this yours?" I asked, my eyes locked onto the sleek motor yacht resting gracefully at the marina. It was beautiful. Having ventured on numerous yacht tours due to my father's unwavering affection for coastal areas, I thought I had seen it all. But this vessel was a real beauty. "No, it's not mine. If you want to see mine, you'll have to accompany me to Italy," he replied, his fingers intertwining with mine as he guided me aboard, "However, for tonight, it belongs to us. I've arranged for its booking.""Wow, it's absolutely stunning," I marveled, stepping inside, "I've never come across anything quite this beautiful.""Hey, my yachts are even better," he chuckled, walking towards the bridge, "This was the closest match I could find here.""Sure thing," I rolled my eyes, trying to get on his nerves as usual, "You talk a big game. I bet your taste isn't that great.""Careful now, young lady," he said with a sudden change in tone, grabbing my jaw and gently pressing me
EvelynHe trailed kisses along my neck as I found settled on his lap, my legs straddling him as he took full advantage of the position. His mouth moved in all sorts of motions. With each move, he made it impossibly hard for me to sit still; My hands fisting his shirt begged for more— more access to his body just like he had to mine. A soft laugh escaped my lips, barely audible, "So, was this your grand plan, Mr. Adriano? Bringing me here to take advantage of me?""I can take advantage of you, anywhere I want, young lady," His laughter resonated, a deep and enchanting sound that sent ripples of pleasure down my spine, a testament to the effect he had over me.God, I hated it, and hell, I loved it at the same time."Overconfident, aren't we?" His gaze locked onto mine, a fire burning within his eyes, as his fingers gently caressed my neck, before they wrapped around my throat, eliciting an involuntary gasp from me."What if I say yes?" His voice was a husky whisper, his lips teasingly
EvelynI gently traced my fingers along his jawline, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. He appeared breathtakingly beautiful, an unconventional sort of magnificence that brought me tranquillity instead of the usual racing heartbeats.After numerous times of literally fucking the shit out of each other that left us both physically spent, we had succumbed to sleep a few hours ago. But my rest had been short-lived. Perhaps fate or maybe god himself willed me to witness this scene, granting me the privilege of marvelling at its creation and seizing the opportunity for himself to brag about it.Indeed I could give him the credit. Jacob was, in my eyes, flawless.I brushed aside a lock of his chestnut-brown hair that had fallen onto his forehead. The colour complemented his skin tone seamlessly, radiating a subtle shine. I could have easily spent the entire night just observing him. The idea wasn't all that bad, considering sleep had eluded me. Fair enough, isn’t it?"A grown man
EvelynI slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was fucking stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me."Jacob, be fucking quiet. If someone happens to find us now, it's over," I whisper yelled at him, disbelief in my eyes. He appeared to find the situation amusing. The clock showed it was nearly 6:00 in the morning. Judging by the mansion's silence, I knew that all the guests, including my father and Clara—who both slept bulls—were fast asleep. Not gonna lie, occasionally, I found myself doing the same."Nobody's going to fi
Jacob"Hey, man," I strolled over to Samuel, spotting him perched at the bar, the half-empty beer bottle indicating that this guy didn't bother waiting for me before taking his share. But what could I say? This was so typical of Samuel; he'd always do what he wanted and think about the consequences later."Well, good to see you," he said, his demeanour had returned to normal now that he knew I wasn't mad at him anymore. However, a hint of caution lingered in his eyes as he glanced at my hands, as if checking for any hidden weapons. There was a time when I had used a kitchen spoon to beat him up, leaving some significant scars that took days to fade. Of course, he hadn't let that slide. He returned the favour, with interest."Why all dressed up?" he asked, handing me a beer bottle. "Went somewhere?""Yeah, just went for a walk," I shrugged it off, finding it the easiest excuse to conjure. In reality, my mind was consumed with thoughts of undressing Evelyn, piece by piece—watching each
EvelynIndeed, I had let my mom into the room, but I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to say. This wasn't meant to happen, not so soon. God, not anytime soon. But that annoying bitch had to ruin it, of course. Why wouldn't she? It was as clear as day—her image, as perfect as it might appear on the surface, was twice as hideous within.A simple agenda—If I can't have him, no one else can. Screw that bitch. I was gonna kill her."Would you care to explain, Evelyn?" Mom asked."I'm not sure what kind of explanation you're fishing for. Based on your earlier statement, it seems like you've already pieced it together yourself, right?"A look of disbelief mixed with anger flashed across her face, "Incredible. Look at you— You are not even trying to deny it.""Why should I? I haven't committed a crime that requires denial. I love him. That's all the explanation I believe you need," I stated firmly, loud and clear for her ears, "Tell me, dear responsible mother, is that sufficient for
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