Dad's best friend secret baby

Chapter 24

Evie

He dropped me just in front of the fridge. I waited for him to go but he didn't. Not like I wanted him to.

With erratic breathing and a bit of a shaky hand, I took a bottle of water from the fridge. Then shut it. I could feel my cheek heat up. Why was I suddenly nervous?

As I stared at the bottle, I became increasingly aware of his breath on my neck. He was so close. I suddenly became hot.

Why was he still here? Was he waiting to carry me back? If he was then...

Hands stretched from my waist before he collected the bottle from me. My breath hitched when I felt his body pressed against mine. His other hand joined the bottle from my waist to my front.

He opened it... slowly. Was it slow or time just seemed to lose value. I was sure my heart would jump out of my chest when he pulled back then gave me the water.

"Drink." Right. I was supposed to drink.

I downed the water, taking greedy gulps until the bottle was empty. The air was thick with tension. What now?

To go to my room or...

Or what, Evie.

Right. Was there even a need to contemplate anything?

"Look at me." His voice floated through the silence— a low rumble that made me freeze.

One second, I was hot. The next I was freezing. Only he could make me this way.

"Look at me, Evie."

I couldn't disobey this time. When I looked into his eyes, they were filled with desire... dark desire.

The sight sent ripples through my core. I clenched my thighs to lessen the wave between them.

Fuck, I finally had sex and now it was all I craved.

His eyes flitted to my lips.

Did I crave him or the sex?

Suddenly his thumb shot out and softly, they landed on the corner of my lips. I couldn't help my whimper.

He groaned as he wiped water off my lower lips

An unfamiliar expression crossed his eyes when I licked my lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.

My heart fell when he leaned to wrap an arm around the back of my knees and the other around my lower back. He carried me. I didn't know what I expected.

Breathing lightly, I leaned against his chest, shutting my eyes to the sound of his heartbeat. A few seconds passed and I felt myself being put down. We were in front of my room.

"Good night."

"Goodnight," I breathed.

I entered my room, leaning against the door as I shut it. The small smile was permanent on my lips as I plopped onto my bed.

Deciding not to get ahead of myself, I found my phone under the pillow. I'd barely had time for it since I left his room in the morning.

Mrs. Thorne had gone, and Sophie had taken most of my time.

That was because I engaged in most of the exercises with her— drawing, coloring, arts— to get my mind off the ordeal of this morning.

I clicked on Instagram and the feed appeared on my screen.

I barely scrolled three posts when I saw the news. No, it was the image that caught my attention then the headline. Pictures of us on the red carpet where his hand was around my waist, and a stupid, misleading headline.