All Chapters of My Dad's Bestfriend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EvelynWarning: 18+, mature and sexual content ahead. "I... I wasn't expecting you at all," I managed to stammer, my voice betraying my surprise and unease.A casual smirk played on Jacob's lips as he replied, "Neither was I." With a swift motion, he discarded his t-shirt, causing my jaw to drop in awe at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso. The sight alone was enough to make my heart skip a beat, and the tattoo that adorned his skin only added to his allure. How could someone be so perfect?"But surprisingly, a few minutes ago, as I observed you swimming, I discovered that I'm not the only one who decided to deviate from today's plans," he continued, descending the pool steps and immersing himself in the water.This man was a walking Greek god. Well, if there were any Italian gods, he could be that too. Fuck, he could be any god he wanted! Heaven and hell, he could conjure both…into me.Suddenly, my body seemed to ignite, the temperature soaring as my gaze remained locked with hi

EvelynA few hours had passed since we freshened up and changed into new clothes, and ended up in Jacob's room.Currently, I was occupied. Really very occupied in admiring the masterpiece beneath me, as I sat astride him, my legs on either side, taking in the mesmerising sight of his tattoos. They adorned his chest and extended down his arm, a tapestry of intricate details that I traced with the pads of my fingers. It was as breathtaking as he was.He slid his hand beneath the fabric of my oversized t-shirt, his fingers gently grazing my bare waist, just a few inches above the waistband of my shorts. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he traced patterns against my skin before firmly resting his hands on either side of my hips.He knew what he was doing! "You didn't have so many tattoos back five years ago," I mumbled."Yeah, I've collected them over the years," he replied."This dragon on your chest, you have had it from the start," I said pointing at his chest before sliding my ha

EvelynI pulled down his trousers before he helped me in sliding them all the way down before I moved my hands to his boxers. He was too perfect; I could already see it without having to actually see it.But suddenly, a wave of insecurities crashed over me. Doubt and worry crept into my mind, threatening to overshadow the excitement. I had absolutely no experience in oral whatsoever. The furthest I had gone with any guy was just a lip kiss and a few minutes of make-out—that was the extent of my limited knowledge. The questions bombarded my thoughts, like a relentless barrage.What if I'm utterly terrible at it? What if he's left disappointed?What if I fail to please him?I was surely not as experienced as the other women who had graced his presence. Such a man like him must have encountered so many beautiful women, who might have astounded him to the core from the looks to the performance on the bed. And to be awfully honest, I did not have any skills whatsoever since I have never

EvelynWhen I descended the stairs, little did I know that my entire morning was about to be ruined.Amongst Clara, my dad, and Jacob, my eyes were immediately drawn to the presence of Gloria—the painfully unpleasant woman. And to make matters worse, she was seated right beside Jacob. What intensified my burning jealousy was witnessing Jacob engaging in a comfortable conversation with her, just as my dad and Clara were.What in the world was wrong with that man?"Evelyn, try not to glare at him as if you're plotting to extract his kidneys," Mason's voice whispered in my ear, his tone low. "Trust me, you don't want anyone to catch on to your jealousy.""Why the fuck he is talking to her? What's he trying to do? Let her suck his dick?!" I whisper-yelled, my eyes did not move an inch from the scene."How would I know? I can't comprehend the thought process of straight men," he shrugged, nonchalantly."Evie, it's possible that he's simply trying to avoid awkwardness. After all, he can't j

EvelynSlipping into a pair of sleek black denim shorts, a fiery red crop top, and crisp white sneakers, I tiptoed out of my room, defying my natural clumsiness. Each step I took was a silent ballet, a delicate dance of caution.Finally, I emerged from the mansion's confines, and there it was: Jacob's car, parked in the driveway like a beacon of anticipation. The headlights glowed, a signal that he was waiting for me.A smile automatically spread across my lips, and I dashed toward his car, feeling like a silly kid. The excitement I felt was indescribable. It puzzled me why something as simple as going out at night, which I had done countless times before, now felt so different.The reason was Jacob.As I neared the car, he opened the door from the inside, flashing me a grin. "Get in.""I didn't think you'd be so punctual," I commented, climbing into his sleek Benz and closing the door with a thud.The black vehicle was simply breathtaking, but then again, when you've spent over a qua