EvelynI had heard hymen being nothing but a myth but the moment Jacob pushed his tip inside my entrance I felt both my misconception and the fragile layer of skin break all at once. My entire body froze and a pained hiss slipped past my lips.He looked down at me, concern swarming in his eyes, "Do you want me to stop?""No," I shook my head, slipping my arms around him and pulling him closer, "Don't stop.""I'll go away, just bear with me for a bit," He spoke, his voice was tight, giving me hints that he was having a hard hard time holding himself back from pushing his entire length inside me all the way at once."Okay," I breathed out and nodded, looking into his eyes as he pushed a few more inches, my body bounced the slightest bit, both in pain and the strange feeling that began attacking my core.It'll go away. It'll go away, Evelyn— I repeated inside my head trying hard to not lose it. The pain was unlike anything I'd felt in my life. I'd never thought the first time could be th
EvelynIt was one of my biggest delusions to think that Jacob would have an off switch tonight. It seemed that such a button simply didn't exist within him, or if it did, it was malfunctioning. I found it hard to believe the stamina of this man; he was like a relentless machine, wild, intense, and seemingly unstoppable.I had lost count of how many times I'd climaxed, but this man had only climax once and within the period of mere five minutes he was set on wrecking me once again but this time raw, and that encounter was still not over.He was indeed ravishing me. Taking advantage of every opportunity he got. "Damn, you smell delicious," He growled and kissed down my neck, his hands grabbed either side of my hips as he held me down to the bed whilst penetrating deep inside of me, he was going balls deep with each thrust and making sure I felt every inch of him.He surely knew more ways than just one to drive me crazy.My entire body was covered in his marks that were not going to fad
EvelynMorning arrived sooner than expected, as the sun's gentle rays permeated the room through a slender gap in the curtains, caressing my face. Instinctively, I sought refuge in the warmth of Jacob's neck, eliciting a playful chuckle that assured me of his wakefulness."So you're awake," I mumbled, my voice laden with fatigue and grogginess.How could I possibly summon any energy when Jacob had effortlessly drained every ounce of it from me the night before? My lower abdomen still throbbed, a testament to his unwavering vigour. The man was made of steel....everywhere."Yeah, I've been up for a while," he replied, tenderly tracing small circles on my back while planting kisses on my shoulder."Aren't you tired?"I was genuinely curious. How could I feel utterly depleted while he radiated tenfold more energy, considering he had been the one responsible for our passionate escapades?"That's the complete opposite of how I'm feeling right now," he snickered. "How can anyone be tired aft
EvelynA few hours felt like an eternity. I was acting like a desperate puppy, and I didn't know what was wrong with me.Had I always been crazy about Jacob, or was this new? I couldn't tell, but his presence meant a lot to me. I wanted him close all the time and even found excuses to keep him from going to the gym.For me and my enigmatic thoughts, it would be very much logical to suggest myself as an exercise for him."Sex burns calories, doesn't it?" I asked Jennie, who was painting her nails beside me, while Mason checked out guys on I*******m, and Nancy searched through her luggage."I guess it does," Jennie replied.Maybe I could offer him..."Why are you suddenly so curious? Is it because you are feeling tired after getting your cherry popped?" Mason teased, showing that he was not only into checking out men but also keenly listening."Shut up!" I blushed red and threw a pillow at him, which he effortlessly dodged."Oh come on. What's there to feel shy about when you have alread
EvelynThese past few minutes had to be the most excruciatingly awkward moments of my life. The room fell into a deafening silence, and the intense eye contact between Jacob and this woman named Chloe Spoke volumes and yet revealed nothing at the same time. There was an undeniable tension, evident from the way his jaw clenched and anger flickered in his darkened green eyes while he stared at her.Could she be an ex-lover? A relationship gone sour, perhaps? That seemed like a plausible explanation.For the briefest moment, Jacob looked at Dad, raising his eyebrow in a way that felt almost threatening. I noticed Dad awkwardly shifting in his spot, shooting a glare at Clara, who still appeared clueless.So, was it true that Dad hadn't invited Chole? Most likely, yes.Since Clara and I handled most of the invitations using Dad's old diary, which contained the names and numbers of his old friends and colleagues, Dad probably had only a faint idea of the guests we'd invited."Jacob..." A si
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
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her
EvelynThe soft sound of someone shifting and moving around the room pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes blinked open, heavy with lingering grogginess, and I saw Jacob getting ready—probably for the office, judging by his sharp suit.Dragging myself up despite the weight of sleep threatening to drag me back into the sea of the mattress, I yawned. Maybe it was just another side effect of pregnancy—this constant, consuming need to rest.“What are you doing?” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep.Jacob froze mid-motion, his hand hesitating as he fastened his watch. He turned toward me, his gaze softening as he abandoned the task and approached the bed. “Sorry, baby, did I wake you up?” he murmured, leaning down to caress my cheek.“Not really.” I let out another yawn. “But why are you leaving so early? You usually head out much later than this.”A small chuckle escaped him as he caught my hands, preventing me from rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t do that,” he teased. “If you w
EvelynIt was noon when I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. It was suffocating, eating away at me, and I had no idea how to face it. So, I did the only thing I could—opened the damn door and walked out.Jacob was sitting on the couch, his head lowered, eyes fixed on his hands, clenching them together like they could somehow hold him together. The sound of my footsteps must have pulled him from his haze because his gaze shifted to me, and I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.He didn’t say a word, just stood as I walked toward him, stopping just a breath away. My chest tightened. Tears were threatening to spill, and worse—he could see it. That made it worse, because now I couldn’t hide it. The lump in my throat grew with each passing second.Before I could say anything, he raised his hands, cupping my face gently. His touch shattered whatever restraint I had left, and my chin trembled, fighting to hold back the flood of tears.He seemed to feel it
EvelynSunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.Did he not come home last night?I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't w
JacobI sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn’t bear to be in complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here."Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."It had been years—years since I’d felt like this.The last time was when I was fifteen.I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The w
EvelynI stepped out of the doctor's office, my heart heavy and light all at once. It thudded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin felt cold, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The feelings surged, intensifying with every second, creeping into every cell of my body.I felt lost. Hopeless. Overwhelmed.Was I ready to be a mother?I didn't know.Was it too soon? Maybe.But not once, in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, did the idea of harming the tiny soul growing inside me cross my mind. My decision had already been made before I even realized there was one to make. I knew what I was going to do.I just didn't know how.Two and a half months. Probably from our time in America. And yet, until two days ago, the thought hadn't even occurred to me.Lost in thought, I pushed open the door to our apartment. The evening light filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow. I froze when I spotted Jacob. He stood facing the mirr
EvelynIt took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.We had to face this situation together…For….Our baby.“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply. “If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides