My Dad's Bestfriend



Evelyn

As I stirred from the fog of sleep, I couldn't tell if it was still night or if morning had already come. But that wasn't what truly mattered. What I should have been worrying about was how I had no idea if I had passed out from sheer exhaustion when Jacob had me on all fours, fucking me like an animal until I saw stars behind my eyelids or was it when he took both my arse and pussy at once, pushing me beyond anything I'd ever felt? Or maybe it was when he made me ride him, one more time, before finally letting me collapse.

Wait... did I actually faint? Or not?

I had this nagging feeling I did, but everything from last night was a blur, like trying to see through heavy fog.

It was hard to tell where sleep ended and memory began because it still clung to me like a fucking weighted blanket, making it hard to move. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or maybe... it was the peace. The peace that seeped into my bones because of Jacob's warmth beside me. It wrapped around me, comforting, even if I wasn't fully awake yet. And I'd be honest, a part of me didn't want to wake up. It felt good to be this close to him.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to pry my eyes open. The first thing I saw was Jacob, lying there, asleep like a child. If peace had a name, it would be his. And if anyone would have argued about it then, I would have fucking fought for it.

I didn't understand why or how, but somehow, even after everything we'd been through, he was still my anchor. My chaos. My calm. The only thing that made sense in this senseless world of mine.

"Morning, little baby," I whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, unbidden, as I gazed at him. God, I had missed this. I had missed waking up to him so much it physically hurt to think about the mornings I'd spent alone, reaching for him, finding only cold sheets. His touch. His presence. His warmth. I had been starving for all of it.

Carefully, I reached out, knowing he was still deep in sleep, and traced my fingers along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble. It had grown longer than he usually kept it, he surely wasn't taking care of himself as much as before just like I had let myself go too. We were both a mess, caught in a tangle of our own making, too lost in the chaos we'd unknowingly created.

Would things ever be normal? I didn't know but one thing for sure, I didn't want to think about it right now.

My fingers wandered from his jaw to his cheek, soft and familiar, before slipping into his hair, still as silky as ever. I watched him, and that familiar tightness built in my chest, the knot that never seemed to go away.

Why do I love him so much? Why does this man still matter more than my own damn life?

Maybe because he's the only thing in this world that gives my life any meaning. Or maybe something else but I've just stopped trying to figure it out. Every time I've searched for answers, all I've found is disappointment. So, I don't care to know anymore. I don't want to figure it out.

I don't need a reason to love him. I'm done trying to escape it, to find the one thing that might make me break free. Because deep down, I know- none of it is possible.

The longer I stared at Jacob, the harsher the truth slammed into me.

The peaceful bubble we'd created started to dissolve, and I was yanked into a web of guilt, tangled in the consequences of every decision I shouldn't have made. The weight of it crushed down on me, and I couldn't stop the questions that surged forward.

What were we now?

I wasn't ready for another heartbreak. I wasn't prepared to take another risk, yet here we were-tangled under the duvet, stuck in a mess of desire and confusion.

Why was I looking at him like this? Why did he still feel like home? Like peace?

My spiraling thoughts were abruptly cut short by the familiar ping of a message notification. I froze, gently lifting Jacob's arm off me and reaching for my phone. Sitting up against the headboard, I glanced at the screen.

Cameron's name flashed across it.

"Just woke up and wondering if you could spend the day with me. Make it one of the best days of my life?"

My heart plummeted. Reality

crashed into me like ice water, the

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peaceful warmth I'd found in Jacob's embrace replaced with a cold, gnawing guilt that clawed at my insides. I glanced back at Jacob, who was beginning to stir, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me.

Fuck.

What the hell did I do?

I scrambled out of bed, gathering my clothes from the floor, throwing them on as fast as my trembling hands allowed.

Shit! I screwed up.

I can't do this to Cameron. I can't.

Panic surged through me as I made a beeline for the door, desperate to escape before Jacob woke up. Just as I reached the threshold, his groggy voice broke the silence.

"What are you doing?"

I stopped, my back stiffening. Slowly, I turned to see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes like a child. God, I wish I'd left sooner because now, standing here, it hurt. It hurt like hell.

"What I normally do at the start of the day," I shrugged, forcing nonchalance into my voice. "Freshen up, head downstairs, and have breakfast." But Jacob didn't miss the tension, the awkwardness in my tone. Still, he gave me the benefit of the doubt, sitting up slightly. "I know your routine, Evelyn. You don't need to spell it out. But why were you trying to sneak out?"

"Sneak out?" I forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to my own ears. "This is my house. I don't need to sneak anywhere. But if you've got something to say, you'd better get to the point. I'm not in the mood for games."

Just a little longer, Evelyn... Hold the act for a few more minutes.

Jacob let out a bitter chuckle, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. "So, you are trying to avoid it?"noveldrama

"What are you—"

"You know what I'm talking about.

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And considering you were just slipping your clothes back on, I'd assume last night isn't that hard to remember. So, before you start- acting like you don't know, Evelyn, think twice." His sharp words cut through the room like a blade. "Tell me, did it mean anything, or not?"

"Listen," I stammered, my voice unsteady as wiped my sweaty hands on my nightie. “We were both... in a mess. Emotional. We needed an outlet, and that's what last night was. It was a

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mistake-something we shouldn't

have done. Neither of us was thinking straight, and we"

"So, it didn't mean anything?" he repeated, his voice low, yet laced with hurt. His hand dragged through his messy hair, muscles tensing as he sat up fully now. His eyes darkened, not just with pain, but with anger too. "Is that what you're saying?"

I had never felt such physical pain from mere words. My heart and mind were locked in a battle, ripping me apart from the inside out. And unlike before, this was a war that drew blood, leaving wounds that would never heal.

Jacob's gaze shifted to my phone, still clenched in my hand. "And what's with the phone?" he asked, bitterness dripping from his voice. "Planning your next date with that guy-what's his name again? Cameron?"

His words stung more than I could bear. Every part of me wanted to throw the phone away, to close the distance between us, kiss him, and tell him that I was his. His, always.

But I couldn't.

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Jacob, I... I can't hurt Cameron. I just... I can't."

I saw the way his eyes softened, the barest hint of pain cutting through the anger. But I couldn't stop. Before he could say anything more, I turned on my heel and walked out of the room as quickly as my shaking legs would allow.