EvelynMorning arrived sooner than expected, as the sun's gentle rays permeated the room through a slender gap in the curtains, caressing my face. Instinctively, I sought refuge in the warmth of Jacob's neck, eliciting a playful chuckle that assured me of his wakefulness."So you're awake," I mumbled, my voice laden with fatigue and grogginess.How could I possibly summon any energy when Jacob had effortlessly drained every ounce of it from me the night before? My lower abdomen still throbbed, a testament to his unwavering vigour. The man was made of steel....everywhere."Yeah, I've been up for a while," he replied, tenderly tracing small circles on my back while planting kisses on my shoulder."Aren't you tired?"I was genuinely curious. How could I feel utterly depleted while he radiated tenfold more energy, considering he had been the one responsible for our passionate escapades?"That's the complete opposite of how I'm feeling right now," he snickered. "How can anyone be tired aft

EvelynThese past few minutes had to be the most excruciatingly awkward moments of my life. The room fell into a deafening silence, and the intense eye contact between Jacob and this woman named Chloe Spoke volumes and yet revealed nothing at the same time. There was an undeniable tension, evident from the way his jaw clenched and anger flickered in his darkened green eyes while he stared at her.Could she be an ex-lover? A relationship gone sour, perhaps? That seemed like a plausible explanation.For the briefest moment, Jacob looked at Dad, raising his eyebrow in a way that felt almost threatening. I noticed Dad awkwardly shifting in his spot, shooting a glare at Clara, who still appeared clueless.So, was it true that Dad hadn't invited Chole? Most likely, yes.Since Clara and I handled most of the invitations using Dad's old diary, which contained the names and numbers of his old friends and colleagues, Dad probably had only a faint idea of the guests we'd invited."Jacob..." A si

EvelynI do not want to open the door— That's what I tried to convince myself as I struggled to remain in my place, battling my own inner turmoil.Why was he here? He shouldn't be second-guessing himself given how composedly he had uttered those words, sharp as daggers, without a hint of hesitation. He had won that round—slipping away effortlessly."Evelyn?"Damn! The timbre of his voice tugged at me, and I resented how much sway he held over me and I despised how much control he had over me.Anger surged within me, and I wiped away my tears, determined to stand my ground. I got off the bed, determined not to let him affect me any longer. Enough was enough.I opened the door. "Why are you here? Want me to book a plane ticket for you?"Instead of the quick response I had expected, he looked at me, his eyes taking in my tear-stained face and the evidence of my crying. His gaze softened.For a fleeting moment, my anger wavered, but I clenched my fists, holding on to it.He was dressed as

EvelynHe trailed kisses along my neck as I found settled on his lap, my legs straddling him as he took full advantage of the position. His mouth moved in all sorts of motions. With each move, he made it impossibly hard for me to sit still; My hands fisting his shirt begged for more— more access to his body just like he had to mine. A soft laugh escaped my lips, barely audible, "So, was this your grand plan, Mr. Adriano? Bringing me here to take advantage of me?""I can take advantage of you, anywhere I want, young lady," His laughter resonated, a deep and enchanting sound that sent ripples of pleasure down my spine, a testament to the effect he had over me.God, I hated it, and hell, I loved it at the same time."Overconfident, aren't we?" His gaze locked onto mine, a fire burning within his eyes, as his fingers gently caressed my neck, before they wrapped around my throat, eliciting an involuntary gasp from me."What if I say yes?" His voice was a husky whisper, his lips teasingly

EvelynI 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 fi