My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"Why... why should he leave?" I mustered the courage to ask, though my nerves danced on a razor's edge. His stance, his penetrating gaze, the weight of his question—all combined to fray my composure. There was an undeniable force in his presence, his fucking aura, one that threatened to bring me to my knees.

"Because I said so," he retorted, his voice laced with icy resolve, his eyes daring me to challenge him. Despite the cocktail of nerves, guilt, and desire swirling within me, I found the strength to respond. "Your word may be law in your domain, but not here," I countered, arms folded defiantly across my chest. "Cameron stays."

Jacob's jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides, and a storm brewed in his gaze, anger palpable in every line of his body. I knew he wouldn't harm me physically, but his methods were unpredictable. Would it be a stern reprimand or something far more... intriguing? Well no, it'd be wicked. Absolutely fucking wicked.

"Evelyn, it's fine," Cameron interjected, ever the peacemaker. "I can go. We've had a good day together-I couldn't ask for more. It's okay." He offered me a gentle smile, seeking to diffuse the mounting tension.

"No, it's not just because he said so that you'll leave," I insisted, seizing his hand as he began to retreat, locking eyes with Jacob. I refused to let him assert dominance unchecked. He may think he holds all the strings, but I was not his puppet.

"Okay, since my word isn't sufficient," Jacob's voice cut through the air, firm and unwavering, his gaze piercing and unsettling at times. "Would it be acceptable if your father were to decree his departure? It's been quite the conversation from what I can gather, with you two locked away in this room for who knows how long, doing what. Doesn't seem quite gentlemanly for him to linger in your room for such an extended period, does it?"

Cameron's jaw tensed visibly at Jacob's words, and for a moment, a silent battle raged between them, their eyes locked in a challenge. Unbeknownst to me, Cameron's gaze flicked momentarily to mine as I remained fixated on Jacob, torn between the urge to kiss him or fucking kill him. Then, with a dismissive chuckle, Cameron shrugged off Jacob's barb and addressed him.

"Alright then!" Cameron raised his hands in surrender, a lighthearted grin playing on his lips. "I'll take my leave, sir. My apologies for overstaying."

"No, Cameron-" I attempted to interject, but he cut me off.

"It's alright, Evelyn. We'll catch up again, no harm done," he reassured me, his smile softening my resolve. "Besides, I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble. I already found myself in hot water last night; can't afford to be on the wrong side of the father of the woman I'm trying to impress." With a playful wink in my direction, he sauntered toward the door where Jacob stood, offering him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Easy does it, man," Cameron quipped, his grin likely adding fuel to Jacob's simmering irritation, evident in his stone-cold expression. As Cameron made his exit, the tension in the room seemed to thicken, and Jacob and I found ourselves locked in a silent standoff, our mutual anger palpable. Amidst the turmoil, my nerves crackled like embers, my body a conflicting mix of heat, desire, and frustration, burning with both anger and aching need. And I knew, he could sense how hot, wet and needy my body was right now.

"You seemed like you were having quite the time..." Jacob's voice, barely above a whisper, sent a chill down my spine as his gaze roamed over me, scrutinizing every inch of my skin, perhaps searching for any traces of Cameron's touch. My mind raced with possibilities, contemplating the consequences if any marks were found, knowing full well the delight it would bring to anger Jacob. And oh, how I relished in provoking him, a dangerous game I couldn't resist.

"Of course," I replied, trying to

maintain my composure despite the tremble in my knees, a desperate longing stirring within me. It had been too long since I tasted him, felt his skin against mine, had pleasure of his touch, his lips on mine, my fingers through his silky hair locks and his cock inside of me. But I dared not succumb to such desires, knowing the inevitable pain that would follow. "That was until you

decided to barge into my room uninvited and ruin it all. You still enjoy disrupting my peace, don't you?"

He remained silent at my accusation, but a smirk twisted his lips, darker and more enticing than usual, a harbinger of impending chaos. It was like the calm before a storm, the warning sign before the chaos unfolds.

And then, in a swift motion, he

stepped into my room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. As he advanced toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, my breath hitched in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. Being near him meant losing control, and I couldn't afford to lose it, not when he knew how to wield it to his advantage.

"So, you're claiming you've found peace with Cameron, huh?" His words hung heavy in the air as he slowly advanced, and I instinctively retreated, a dance of steps back and forth until the footboard of the bed halted my movement.

He loomed over me, his hands encircling my wrists, my futile attempts to break free only resulting in his firm hold. In one swift motion, he pushed me onto the bed, his weight pinning me down, our faces mere inches apart.

Fuck! He was too close.

"Shall I demonstrate what you're missing out on by choosing this supposed 'peace,' Evelyn?" His voice was a seductive whisper, sending shivers down my spine, igniting a longing that clashed with my resolve. "What this peace is truly costing you, robbing from you? Shall I show you?"

Don't fall weak, Evelyn...

Don't!

"If anything, this peace is saving me from you," I managed to retort, though his smirk only widened.

"Ah, that's where you're mistaken,

baby," he countered, his lips

teasingly brushing against mine. The

warmth of his breath, the softness

of his touch-it was a potent elixir, intoxicating me, relinquishing control to him. Like a marionette, he held the strings, dictating my every move.

"Because there's no one in this world who can rescue you from me," he whispered, his grip on my wrists tightening as his free hand traced a tantalizing path from my neck to my waist, disappearing under my shorts.

"What are you—" My protest was cut short by a gasp as his fingers found their mark, on my bare pussy, the realization of going commando on the worst possible day hitting me like a freight train.

"Well..." His voice was a low murmur, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Looks like it's my lucky day."

Fuck!