My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 154 On The Edge

Jacob.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

In my mind, I counted to three. Slowly, I took control of my rage, my pent-up frustration, and my sexual desires that were teetering on the edge as I watched her, all riled up. Even in her anger and drunkenness, she looked beautiful.

But beauty didn't excuse her misbehavior.

She thought she could do whatever she wanted-she needed to think again.

"Don't blame me later. You fucking asked for it." Without a shred of doubt, I leaned down, slid my hands around the back of her knees, and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her perfectly round butt was so close to my face-I almost had the urge to bite it, but then again, we were in front of her friends.

God! I couldn't even describe my emotions-I was mad, pissed, and, above all, I was incredibly horny. She turned me on as much as she made me angry.

"What the fuck!" she yelled, throwing her tiny fists against my back-they felt like raindrops against my skin. "Let me go, you fucking asshole!" I ignored her and flashed a smile towards her friends, who watched the scene with utter bewilderment.

"Bye, guys. Drive home safely."

With that, I turned around and walked into the house with Evelyn.

"You have no fucking right to tell me what to do, you lying, despicable piece of shit!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, but her words were weak-she was too drunk to form proper sentences, and I still wondered how she had managed to spit those words out moments ago-maybe for a moment, her anger had overpowered the drunken haze.

"Let me go! Jerkface!"

"Mind you, you've sat on this face more than once."

I felt her freeze for a split second, but then she was back at it. "Let me fucking down, you bastard!"

"I'm not a bastard. Your dad might be."

I stepped into her room and dropped her onto her bed. Her silky smooth hair fell out of its messy bun, sprawling all over her face. She hurriedly pushed it back, emitting a huff before her expression suddenly changed. It seemed like it took her a few moments to register my words, and then anger flashed across her face. "You fucking-"

She stood up on the bed and charged at me with her fists, but I grabbed her wrists, pressing her down onto the bed, trapping her beneath me. Our faces were inches apart. "If I were you, first of all, drunk as a skunk; second of all, having pissed me off by letting that boy-toy get near you; third of all, disrespecting me in front of those kids who don't give a damn about the world and drink like there's no tomorrow; and lastly, daring to run that fragile mouth I've fucked so many times I would mind my words," I spoke against her lips, noticing how her breathing quickened and how she shivered beneath me. "You and I both know, if I want to fuck you now, there's nothing you'd say or do to stop me. You've always been on the edge when drunk, haven't you?"

I locked her wrists with one hand and let the other travel down her side, stopping at her waist. She was still in that bikini with just a shirt over her beautiful body. I could easily strip her and fuck her until she dropped her stubbornness and started acting right. Maybe she wouldn't forgive me, but at least she'd stay away from those young boys looking for a fresh piece of pussy and nothing else.

"Get off of me," she breathed out after a few moments of silence, avoiding my gaze by looking to the side. I realized she was probably wet by now, and I was tempted to slip my hand inside her panties, but I held myself back.

She was drunk. She'd let me do anything, and in the end, it would mean nothing.

I wanted to fuck her when she was sober. And I wanted to fuck her senseless. Spank that ass of hers for letting Cameron get near her, touch her, even catch a whiff of her.

"And what if I don't?" A smirk curved at the corner of my lips, and unable to resist, I leaned in and brushed my nose against her slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent. A growl rumbled in my throat as her body froze against me, her breathing quickened, and her scent infiltrated my senses.

Fuck! I missed this.

I could tell she was struggling. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her breasts almost pressing against my chest each time she exhaled. It made me realize how fuckable she was right now. Heat shot straight to my crotch-I was so fucking turned on just by the sight of her.

"Tell me, Evelyn. What if I don't let

you go?" I asked again, grabbing her jaw and making her look at me. As our eyes locked, I swear to all the gods, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Those eyes of hers... God! They were the literal definition of heaven with thousands of golden, hazel, and brown shades blending together in a beautiful hue.

She remained silent for a while, her eyes briefly glancing at my lips before she gulped and looked back at my face.

"You can't do this to me, alright?"

she finally breathed out. "I want to forget you! Do you get it?" Her words trembled as rage filled her tone. "And I am doing whatever it takes to forget you, no matter the

consequences, no matter whom might hurt. I will do what it takes to get you out of my system," she said, not breaking her gaze. "I gave you a thousand chances and you blew every one of them. You hurt me, Jacob. You said you loved me, but all you did was hurt me. I loved you right, didn't I? But you couldn't love me even a fraction of how I loved you. And-"

"I love you, Evelyn..." I cut her off, pressing my forehead against hers. "I fucking love you. Yes, my ways aren't right, might not know how to express it properly. I've said terrible things, made terrible mistakes, but I can't fucking see you with someone else. If wanting you back makes me the worst guy in the world, then so be it. But I am not letting you go and be with someone else unless," my throat tightened, and it took all my strength to let out the next words, "I know they can love you better than me."

She fell silent. I could tell she wanted to speak, but it seemed like words failed her.

As she lay silently beneath me, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.

The moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtain and fell on her face, making her skin shimmer and her eyes glow. Her beautiful hair shone, and her pink, plump lips invited me. I wanted to kiss her and never stop.

I almost leaned in for a kiss, and she closed her eyes in response, her lips parting, inviting me. But then the smell of alcohol on her brought me back

to my senses.

She's drunk, Jacob! Get a hold of yourself.

Gathering every ounce of strength within me, I slowly pulled away. Her eyes opened, looking at me with confusion, rage, pain, and so many other emotions, but she didn't say anything.

I got off the bed and pulled the duvet over her frame, tucking her in and pressing a kiss on her forehead before whispering, "Sleep, it's late."

With that, I turned around and walked out of her room, suppressing all my urges even though they pierced through every layer of my skin. If I need to stay away from Evelyn for more days... I'd fucking die.