All Chapters of My Dad's Bestfriend : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

EvelynJacob’s body froze the moment my lips met his. In that fraction of a second, the rational part of me screamed to use my fucking brain and pull away, but the foolish, greedy, hungry part didn’t listen. It refused to let go because it wanted this—wanted him. Close. Right here. With me.With his lips against mine.When he didn’t move, I kissed him softly, my lips brushing against his. Then, as if a dam had broken, his body relaxed, and he grabbed the back of my neck, plunging his tongue into my mouth.Holy…This is a very stupid decision, Evelyn. Stop before it’s too late.Just fucking stop.I wanted to heed the warning in my mind, but my body, my soul, and now even my mind had betrayed me. I was consumed by overwhelming desire, longing, and the love I’d tried so hard to bury. The fire within me was too vast, too intense. I couldn’t tame it, but this kiss... as much as it fueled the flames, it soothed them too. It calmed my soul, sating the torturous urges, making up for those ago

EvelynDad’s idea of the picnic to lighten the mood was a total flop. After my conversations with Jacob and Cameron, not a single part of me felt light. I felt heavy—really heavy. It was as if a crushing weight was pressing down on my heart, threatening to tear it apart from within. Throughout the picnic, even though I managed to force a smile, I couldn’t genuinely enjoy or feel happy, even for a moment. That was just it—I am not gonna lie—my mental state was getting worse.After Cameron’s comforting words, I hoped I could relax and enjoy this mini vacation with my friends and family. But that sense of ease, which Cameron had offered me on a silver platter, vanished quickly. With each passing second, and with Jacob’s presence in front of me, I was starkly reminded that the person I might end up hurting could be… Cameron.But I didn’t want it to be this way.I’d do everything fucking possible to ensure I didn’t return to Jacob.As beautiful as the memories with him were, the trauma he

EvelynMy eyes widened slightly as the realization struck me: Jacob, looming over me, breath heavy, his eyes locked on mine, and his cock buried deep inside me, still hadn't come. The situation promised a long, relentless night—not that I minded, but it had been a while since we'd had a night like this. Nervousness and excitement twisted together, leaving my mind in a haze. But my body knew exactly what it wanted. As I gazed at Jacob—sweaty, hot, and panting—my needs began to build once more.In the space of a few seconds, our eyes met, and I was more than ready for another round.Jacob's hand slid around my throat, his grip firm but controlled. He leaned down, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, the cool metal of his gold chain brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine."You have no idea how much I've missed this, baby," he murmured, his lips trailing lower until he took my nipple between his teeth, his touch reigniting the fire that had barely cooled.I wasn't

Evelyn Bottling up my emotions, desires, and the twisted dreams my heart dared to whisper despite what it went through—dreams I deemed too bizarre, too dangerous for the future I craved—I stepped out of the room and agreed to go out with Cameron. No trauma, no doubts, no pain. That was the life I envisioned for myself, so here I was, sitting beside him, my safe choice, our feet sinking into the cool lake water. The bench, which Cameron described or I would say guessed as specially designed for this—soaking feet and relaxing—did little to calm the chaos in my mind.In my memory, this bench used to sit a foot away from the water. I vaguely remember coming here as a child, back when the lake seemed smaller, more innocent. But time and rising water had expanded it, so now, the bench sat at the perfect level for someone to sit and let the water gently touch their feet. I suppose, in different circumstances, it might have been calming.But my mind was a battlefield. Instead of peace, I was

EvelynI couldn’t hold back any longer as the silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Jacob wrestled with the words hovering on the edge of his lips, but my patience had worn thin. The storm of emotions swelling in my chest was unbearable—I needed him to speak. I needed answers. At least to end this storm in my heart, the pain that threatened to break me, and hurt me more with each second passing."Because?" The word slipped out, barely louder than a whisper.Jacob turned toward me, closing the space between us with agonizing slowness. His face hovered just an inch from mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I didn’t know why. Maybe I didn’t want to.“Because I don’t want to force my feelings on you,” he murmured, his voice gentle as his hand reached for mine, our fingers intertwining. His other hand rose to my cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through me. “I’ve overstepped every boundary you’ve tried to set. I didn’t give you space to breathe. I was