My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 105

Evelyn

"About the investors pulling out their funds... It didn't seem like Tyler was joking," I ventured, shattering the oppressive silence that had settled between us. Jacob's touch traced the curves of my waist, his hand finding its way over my bare breast as he drew from his cigarette. His body leaned against the headboard while mine nestled against his, our naked forms entwined beneath the duvet.

As peaceful as the moment was, we both knew we had a storm to deal with.

"That bastard doesn't joke," he grumbled, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. "And these investor issues don't bother me half as much as the fact that he laid eyes on you. If he dares do something... I swear to god, I'll make sure he fucking regrets it."

The seriousness in his tone struck a chord.

God. He did sound serious. His words were no jest.

He was indeed serious about it.

"Hey, calm down," I implored, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Maybe he was just trying to throw you off, knowing it would get under your skin. Focus on your business for now. This could result in heavy losses, and I don't want that. You've invested so much time and effort into building it all up."

"Only a handful of investors pulling out won't disrupt the flow; I've reviewed the list, and truthfully, only a select few truly matter. Besides, I've got my own funds set aside for moments like these. Nothing's going south, trust me," he assured, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. "And don't worry about a thing, alright? Instead, tell me what you'd like to do today. Hang around and see some places? Or maybe a romantic dinner?" His soft smile mirrored on my face.

Despite his reassurance, I couldn't shake the worry. Tyler exuded trouble, from the way he blinked to the sound of his footsteps on the floor—every detail screamed danger. And my sick gut feeling whispered that he had more planned.

It was evident that Tyler's sole intention was to wreak havoc in Jacob's life, to fracture his empire. That much was no secret.

What could I possibly do? I had nothing more than standing by Jacob's side. But would that be enough?

Perhaps, not.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" Jacob lifted my face gently by the chin, a furrow settling between his brows. "Are you diving into those thoughts again, baby?"

"Nah," I tried to brush it off with a chuckle, "It's just that—"

"So, you are overthinking," he concluded, catching onto my habits effortlessly.

"I'm not, honestly."

"Today, I'm afraid I can't take your word for it, especially when that lovely face of yours is telling me otherwise. You're stressed about more than just one thing," he observed, tracing his index finger along my cheek, his gaze softening. "You know I hate seeing you worried because of me. It can’t sit right with me, can it?"

"Alright, fine," I sighed, "No overthinking, I promise. Now, don’t give me that face."

"What face?" A chuckle escaped his lips.

"One that... makes me feel guilty for worrying," I managed, and he chuckled softly, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"As you should—actually, you should feel guilty for creasing this pretty face with worry lines. Not everyone has this kind of face, you know," he teased, covering my face with kisses. "And here you are…. not at all appreciating it."

"Hey, knock it off," I giggled, playfully pushing him away. "You reek of ash."

"That's just cigarettes, baby. I thought you'd gotten used to it by now," he started tousling my hair, and I swatted his hand away.