EvelynIt 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 w
Evelyn"I can't believe it's him," I chuckled softly as I looked at the picture. "He doesn't look fifteen at all. Even his height was... too small.""You see it too, right?" Rosaline flipped to the next page of the album, her smile never fading. "Here, see, this was when he won his first basketball trophy. Look at the smile on his face, così adorabile.""Aww... Jacob was such a baby," I mused, unable to hide my smile."Don't 'aww' me," he groaned, making an attempt to snatch the album, but Enzo stopped him as he plopped down beside him on the couch."Why so frustrated, my boy?" Enzo laughed, handing him a glass of wine, and offering one to me as well. "Evelyn deserves to see your childhood pictures, non è vero?" (Translation: Isn't that true?)"That's not childhood, Dad," he scowled, almost trying to hide his embarrassment. "That's a deformed teenage period! Totally screwed up.""Hey, you looked cute," I spoke up. "I admit your height was a little too... short, but I wouldn't say ther
Evelyn"Who's Ricci?" I asked, my curiosity burning like a slow fuse.However, As I posed my question, my man appeared less interested in responding, leading me to the car and opening the door. Fucking jerk!Well, not for opening the car door, it was a small gesture, so it necessarily didn’t irk me but his way of ignoring my question did!“Are you just going to fucking pretend my question doesn't exist?" I muttered, closing the car door with a subtle thud. I leaned against the vehicle, arms crossed, and stared at him. "So, who is Ricci?""It's a long story, baby," Jacob sighed, his fingers running through his hair as he rested his hand against the car door, right beside my shoulder."Well, I have time," I retorted, a frown creasing on my face, for fuck’s sake who was Ricci? Because it seemed like he and Jacob weren’t quite on good terms, "It's not like I need to catch a flight back to America right now."A faint smile cracked on his face as he observed my reaction. Did I look like s
EvelynI heard the door click shut behind me, sending shivers down my spine. My breath came in uneven bursts, and my hair was a chaotic mess, courtesy of the winds that had rushed into the car as Jacob sped through the fifteen-minute drive in what felt like five minutes, or maybe even less. All I knew was—tonight he was not going to leave any inch of me untouched.I had awakened the beast within him, and those mere five minutes of waiting had intensified his hunger to its peak.No matter how familiar I was with Jacob and his unpredictable ways, I knew he would never cease to surprise me, and that thought...unnerved me.Suddenly, his hand slid around my waist, and with a swift tug, he pressed me against the door, trapping me between his body and the frigid surface. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his other hand encircled my throat, his warm fingers against my cold skin sending tantalizing shivers down my spine. It felt undeniably good, yet the proximity only heightened my nervousness.
Evelyn"The night is far from over..." His whispered words sent tremors through my entire body. I was aching for release, going crazy inside and out. However, this man, with his hardened length already pressing against my thigh over his pants, didn't seem bothered in the slightest.As always, he remained calm while mine was long gone."You can't just do this to me all the time," I whined as he kissed down my neck. A wicked smirk played on his lips, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he traveled his lips lower, stopping right before reaching my wet heat."Jacob, please..." I pleaded, unable to endure it any longer. I was already a shaking, sweaty mess, and he seemed to relish the sight."What do you want, Evelyn?" he asked, finally moving down and kissing my clit. My back arched, my hips bucked, and my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head at the sudden contact. "Do you want me to eat you up..." He licked from my slit to clit, earning a moan from me. It was impossible to focus o
Evelyn "Was I too hard on you?" He murmured, tracing his fingertips lightly along my spine while we lay tangled in the bedsheets, the early morning sunlight peeking through the thick clouds, indicating that Jacob and I had wasted the entire night together. Well, not wasted. Despite the lingering sensation that made walking seem challenging for the next few days, the experience was incredible. He indeed made me feel like a virgin all over again."No," I replied, nuzzling into his neck as our naked bodies entwined under the duvet. "You were..." I paused, a smile gracing my lips as I found the perfect word. "Just you.""Your words make me want to fuck you again, Evie," he sighed, drawing me closer until I was resting on top of him, causing a gasp to escape my lips."Goodness, Jacob! Can't you stop treating me like I weigh nothing? I am not an object!” I attempted to shift away, but his arms around my waist halted my movement."You're not an object, but I'll agree on one thing," a misch
Jacob"So, Mr. Jonathan, any other concerns on your mind? Is there anything else you wish to discuss?” I asked, a faint chuckle escaping my lips as I regarded the bald-headed British man seated across from me. It seemed he harboured grand hopes concerning Chloe—likely hoping to settle down with her. But did he truly know that she wasn't one to settle? Certainly not.Or else why would he be here to satisfy her whims?"As I mentioned, Mr. Adriano, I don't see the profitability in having my funds tied up in your ongoing projects. Our agreement was clear: It stipulated the prompt release of my funds upon request, and I anticipate a seamless resolution from your end.""Of course, I can arrange the return of your funds. However, if I may ask," I maintained a composed demeanour, holding back my smile, “Is profitability the sole concern here? Because I suspect there's more to your decision than meets the eye. It’s Chloe, isn’t it?”He appeared taken aback by my directness, a flicker of embar
EvelynSlipping my hand beneath the fabric of my nightie, my breath quickened involuntarily. The lingering sensitivity from last night made this an ill-advised indulgence, but resistance felt futile.Jacob had an undeniable knack for coaxing me into these daring acts. He was a risk-taker, and a risk himself by nature, an attribute that only heightened my desires for him."Are you touching yourself, Evelyn?" His voice, textured with huskiness, reached me amid faint shuffling sounds from the other end.Fuck! It’d be hard to stay calm."Yeah..." I murmured, inhaling deeply as my fingertips grazed over my clit, a surge of sensation making my thighs instinctively twitch, though moisture still gathered despite my instinct to resist. Damn. I doubted that I could reach my high without his touch at this point."Exactly where are your hands, Evelyn?" His amusement was palpable in his tone, a hint of smugness evident even from a distance as I could partially feel the smirk that must have adorne
Evelyn"You know, Evelyn... you're the only woman I've ever met who complains about shopping too much," Jacob chuckled, his deep voice resonating with amusement as we strolled down the pavement hand-in-hand.I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. After a marathon of "extra shopping" we'd stuffed the car's backseat with bags and parked nearby for a walk—because I insisted, of course.As we wandered through the peaceful evening, enjoying the crisp air and easy conversation, my eyes suddenly caught sight of a street-side ice cream shop. I stopped mid-step, my gaze locking onto the neon-lit counter like a moth to a flame.Jacob noticed immediately. "You want ice cream?" he asked, already grinning."Yes, please!" I chirped, tugging him toward the shop.When we reached the counter, Jacob, knowing me better than anyone, placed the order without hesitation. "One cookies and cream, please.""And," I added, "a mint chocolate chip."He raised a brow at me. "Evelyn, I don
Evelyn I had somehow managed to send Jacob to the office after an entire week of… well, do I even need to spell it out? Let’s just say we thoroughly tested every surface in the house—counters, the floor, the bed, the shower, the bathtub—nothing was spared.We’d been inseparable. And even now, sitting alone on the couch, I found myself missing his warmth. Usually, by this time of day, I’d be curled up in his arms, both of us pretending to watch cartoons on the TV. I liked them because they were silly and comforting; he liked them because he could watch me laugh.But today, the cartoons felt hollow. I sighed, flipping through channels, hoping to stumble upon something decent.And then, there it was.I paused mid-click as a familiar name from the news anchor pierced through my disinterest.“Tyler Ricci…”My hand froze, the remote slipping from my grasp as the screen showed him—Tyler Ricci, striding into a courthouse, his lawyers trailing behind like shadows.“Tyler Ricci, CEO and propri
EvelynJacob drove with reckless abandon, the car slicing through the night as the engine roared. The wind rushed in through my open window, sharp as a blade yet strangely smooth, wrapping around my hand as I held it outside. The music played softly in the background, barely audible over the wind's howl. Jacob had his hand on my thigh, soft and soothing.I glanced at him. His focus was entirely on the road, his jaw set in quiet determination. Unable to resist, I leaned closer, kissing his jawline, then his cheek, then trailing it slowly to the corner of his mouth.His eyes flicked toward me, his grip on my thigh tightening, the green of his irises darkening like the night enveloping us.Teasingly, I shifted my lips to the other corner of his mouth, hovering just enough to feel his breath. Then, I brushed against his lips, soft and deliberate. I felt him stiffen beneath me."We could both die right now, Evelyn," he growled, his voice low and warning. "Do you want that?""What if I said
Evelyn"You know people are going to think we're weird if you keep looking at me like that," I said, shifting awkwardly in my seat. My attempt to maintain a composed smile was failing miserably, and the heat creeping up my neck warned me a blush was imminent.After an exhausting hour of meeting Jacob’s business associates, Enzo’s friends, and a handful of extended family members, we had finally found a moment to sit. But Jacob—predictably—wasn’t letting the moment breathe. His eyes were locked on me, piercing and unwavering, as if I were the only person in the room."I don’t give a fuck about what people think," he replied, his tone casual but his gaze anything but. He leaned in, the back of his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "I’m admiring my girlfriend. That’s nobody’s business but mine."A smile threatened to break free as I looked at him, trying to keep my composure. "You really have an answer for everything, don’t you?"He grinned, that maddenin
Evelyn"Honey, you look absolutely ravishing in this dress," Eliot declared as he ran his fingers through his green hair—a habitual gesture he repeated every two minutes without fail. His lips curled into a grin as he added, "God! You’re a freaking goddess!" He pressed his fingers against his lips dramatically, as if silencing his own awe.A soft chuckle escaped me as I reached out to ruffle his hair. "Thanks, Ellie.""You’re most welcome, Evie," he replied before turning to his assistant, who had already begun packing up their tools and supplies.I shifted my gaze to the mirror, unable to suppress a small smile at my reflection. The black, one-shoulder evening gown shimmered subtly, hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair, neatly styled into an elegant bun, paired perfectly with the understated nude makeup that complemented my skin tone. The black heels added a touch of height, accentuating my posture and elongating my frame.Well, I looked really pretty today.No one else
EvelynAfter what felt like an hour of relentless bickering and a barely controlled wrestling match, Jacob and Bianca finally collapsed onto the couch. Both were panting, disheveled, and bruised—though we all knew Jacob had gone easy on her. Let’s be real: one solid punch from him could probably send ten Evelyns and ten Biancas straight to heaven."Are you two done now?" I asked, trying—and failing—not to laugh. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I’d witness two grown adults behaving like this."Yeah," they grumbled in unison, their synchronized reply only making my lips twitch with amusement."Great," I said, standing up. "Once you two finish catching your breath, we’re setting the table together. I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too."Jacob, of course, couldn’t help himself. "Well, I doubt we can eat if Bianca cooked."Bianca’s head snapped up like she’d been personally insulted by the gods. "Excuse me, you absolute piece of shit in the name of human! If you don’t want to e
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