My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 39 Painting Memories

Evelyn

I 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 find us, Evelyn. It's absurd to climb up the stairs at this speed-you look like a tortoise right now."

"Hey, that's insulting," I retorted, momentarily forgetting that we were in the middle of a crisis right now-a bad one.

I cringed at my own voice as it echoed, causing my eyes to widen, and my hand automatically flew to clasp over my mouth.

"Now, who's being loud? Me or you?" he asked, amusement shining in his eyes. Of course, he was enjoying this situation-a whole lot.

"It's..." I lowered my voice, realising I was being loud once again, "It's your fault. You shouldn't have called me that."

"Called you what? A tortoise?" he teased.

"Fuck you!" I glared at him and made a move to storm up the stairs, for a moment forgetting about the fact that I was actually the one insisting on being quiet to avoid prying eyes.

He seized my wrist, pulling me towards him with a swift jerk. My back met his chest, a soft gasp escaping my lips. Leaning in, he brought his lips close to my ear, a suggestive smirk playing on his tempting lips. Even though I couldn't see his expression cause he'd left me no options, I could still bet that his smirk was as irresistibly sexy as ever.

"Well... I suppose last night wasn't enough then?" he began, brushing my hair aside, "So, shall I satisfy your desires again, baby?" His hot breath grazed my skin, and the hair on my neck stood up, sharp as needles.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

God, if I don't stop him right now, I doubt I'd have the willpower to in the next few seconds.

"Jacob," I blushed red, pushing against his chest and stepping away, "You are such a—"

"Pervert? I don't mind being called a pervert as long as I get to have you all to myself," he added, looking deadly serious with his words as he once again moved to grab my hand and pull me towards him, "You are all mine."

"No way," a giggle involuntarily escaped my lips as I moved out of his reach.

Why couldn't seem to stop smiling when I was with him?

"Was that a no? Are you saying that you are not mine?" he arched an eyebrow. Well... It was definitely easy to get on his nerves.

"Yup," I emphasised, popping the 'p'.

"You are so done," and then he lunged after me. Before I could even process it, I found myself ensnared in his muscular arms, and the very next moment, he hoisted me over his shoulder and headed up the stairs.

"What the hell? Put me down, Jacob!" I had barely registered any of his movements. Hell, he sure was the devil in disguise.

"That will only happen after I get you to my room," he spoke nonchalantly, carrying me as if I weighed nothing, "Besides, I already enjoy this view a little too much." I could most certainly feel his gaze on my ass. And I hated the fact that I didn't hate it even a little bit.

I blushed red, thank God he couldn't see me. "It's my dad's mansion. Here, what I say goes!" I kept my voice firm.

"Not with me, sweetheart," he chuckled, the deep sound alone capable of swaying my decisions.

"It has to," I protested, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"Well, the answer's still no. And if you're planning to stick to that foolish logic, just to remind you, I've known him even before you were born. So...that gives me quite a privilege, doesn't it?"

"No, it doesn't," by now, I had completely forgotten that we were in the hall, practically shouting like a pair of mad dogs, "And besides that, we still haven't determined your punishment for that 'great grandfather' lie. You made a fool of me."

"Hey, I told you it's a true story. I heard it in one of those shows. Motivational and shit."

The audacity of this man to act so clueless.

"Still, it was a lie!"

"It doesn't matter," he brushed it off, carrying me towards his room and unlocking it with his free hand.

"Even if it does, I don't care," he walked into the room, kicking the door shut, "And if you want to punish me so bad, then suffocate me by sitting on my face, I'm always open for those types of punishments."

Argh! This careless horny thing!

"You fucking.....!" I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt myself being tossed onto the bed. A gasp slipped past my lips, and my eyes widened. I glared at him almost instantly as I propped myself up on my elbows.

"You asshole, I will-" Once again, my intended words were left unfinished as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, hot and heavy. Without giving me a chance to adjust to his speed, he dove in, duelling his tongue with mine, kissing my lips with hunger. It wasn't merely kissing; he was eating me.

One by one, all of my restraints broke free with just one touch. I found my lower half trapped between his knees as he moved up, kissing me and pressing me into the bed. He made sure I didn't get a chance to escape, even though he was fully aware that I wouldn't.

Okay. I was no longer pissed.

"God! I love you," he breathed between kisses before trailing his lips down my neck.

I gasped for air, my hands flew to clutch onto his hair. His teeth grazed my skin, leaving his marks and giving me quite a task to hide them-covering those hickeys took a lot of effort when there were so many of them!

"I love you so fucking much," he murmured, kissing me up and down, changing his path repeatedly, only to return to the corner of my mouth or my awaiting lips.

"Say that again," I whispered, pulling his face closer to mine, his lips wet and glistening.

"I love you," he pressed his lips to mine once again. This time, with more force and a newfound intensity, a new fire ignited.

Those three words felt like a melody, especially coming from the man of my dreams, the source of all my corrupted thoughts and sinful desires. The very reason my heart had ever raced so fast.

We parted, my eyes locked with his, "I love you more than you can ever imagine, Jacob. You're the only man I've ever loved, and perhaps, you're the last too," I pressed my forehead against his, my heart racing, "But...there's something I need to ask you. I tried not to, but I just need to hear it from your mouth."

"What is it, Evelyn?" he asked, without any hesitation.

"Do you still have feelings for Chloe?" The question itself felt bitter on my tongue. God,@didn't want to ask, but the thought wouldn't leave my mind. She was undeniably attractive, elegant and carried an air of

el.ne

maturity that set her apart ind

most other women. Naturally, a man might find himself attracted to her. Given the history between Jacob and her, I couldn't simply brush aside my concerns, especially with her being here now.

His eyes softened, "No, Evelyn. I don't," he confessed, his hand moving to caress my cheek, "That chapter ended a long time ago. Ang if there's anything I carry from that relationship, it's regret. Too much of it. I feel nothing for her; she's just a stranger to me, if I put the bad memories aside. You don't need to worry about her, okay? You are enough. More than enough."

Of course, he'd read my eyes. He knew what doubts were haunting me.

"Okay," a smile spread across my lips. His words were enough; I didn't need any further reassurance. Without wasting another moment, I slipped my hands into his silky smooth hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

He soon followed, kissing me back, but I needed him closer. Skin to skin.

Hooking my fingers around his thin gold chain around his neck, I pulled him nearer. I heard him chuckle in the midst of the kiss and lean further, allowing me access to slip my hands into his shirt.

Just as I was finally about to unbutton his shirt, a ringing sound shattered the atmosphere of the room. It wasn't mine because I always put my phone on silent.

I saw Jacob looking at his nightstand, his phone flashing with a caller ID I hadn't noticed until I turned my head-Dad.

Oh shit!

"Pick it up," I urged, sitting up straight hastily, "Quick, come on."

God, I hoped my dad wasn't standing right outside his door. That would be a disaster. I wasn't going to resort to some half-baked idea like hiding in

the bathroom. Yes, I preferred climbing up the stairs, but this chickenshit? No. Call me a hypocrite, I don't care.

"Do I really have to?" He looked thoroughly uninterested, "I can call him back later, can't I?"

"Jacob, be good. Just answer the call," I ordered.

"Put it on speaker," I mouthed to him. He gave me a suspicious look before complying with my request. Who knew what was going on in this man's

mind, and who knew what my father was about to say?

"Fine," Sighing in defeat, he got off the bed and picked up the call.

Did he find both of us missing and call because of it? Oh no! This would be so bad.

"Hello," Jacob spoke.

"Hey buddy, are you in the mansion or..."

"I didn't leave, Samuel," he sighed, "Don't worry."

"I know you didn't. I just checked your car in the garage," Dad said. I could tell he was hesitating to speak, which meant he didn't know about my and

Jacob's escapade.

"You didn't need to do that, Samuel. You could have just asked me."

"Ask you? As if you're very willing to talk to me," as expected, Dad scoffed, "Look, I really didn't know that Chloe was coming. Why would fucking invite her, for fuck's sake?

know about the shit she put you through. Remember, I was the one who always advised you to break things off with her. So why the hell do you think I'd purposely invite her? Trust me, I don't want her here as much as you."

"Okay, okay, calm down. I understand," Jacob let out a small chuckle. A smile formed on my lips as I watched their banter, "I was pissed and I took it

out on you. I'm sorry, mate. We're cool, okay?"

"You're not lying, are you? Are you just saying this to get the chance to beat me up like the old times?" The caution in Dad's voice almost made me laugh, but I covered my mouth with the back of my hand to suppress it.

"Of course not, Samuel," Jacob looked embarrassed, probably because I was here and Dad was partially exposing his tactics, "What kind of man do you think I am? I've changed, okay?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like it," Dad taunted, "Anyways, if we're cool, then come downstairs and have a drink with me."

"At this hour?"

"Don't act like you never drink at this hour. You could drink at any time and circumstances," Dad laughed, "I vaguely remember you are that guy, who

in the early morning, drunk two bottles of vodka and later ended up vomiting all the way back to our dorm. We even had to pay the driver extra cash because of your mess. God, you had nearly pissed in your fucking pants—"

"Enough, okay, fine. I'm coming." Alerted, Jacob frantically ended the call and stood up. A nervous, almost embarrassed smile crossed his face as he

glanced at me, "I'll be back after catching up with Samuel, okay?"

Lord, his cheeks were red.

I managed to hold back my laughter, "Okay."

Without wasting a moment, he practically bolted out of the room, probably finding it the best way to hide his embarrassment.