My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 142

Evelyn

On my way back home, thoughts of Cameron consumed my mind entirely. The interaction with him had been nothing short of exhilarating. But I couldn’t shake the doubt that I felt this way because so much of him reminded me of Jacob—his composed presence, his confident demeanor, his boldness—it all harkened back to him. I hated that I liked it.

“God, why am I even thinking about that jerk?” I groaned, pressing down on the accelerator, speeding the car.

Speaking of cars, I loved Cameron’s. It was a fiery red beast, one I might have accepted a ride in if I hadn’t declined his offer to pick me up for our date. Although he had his conditions before I left—next time, if I deemed him worthy enough, he would pick me up and drop me home. I wasn’t sure what he found appealing about it, but it seemed to be something he desired, so maybe next time I’d allow it.

But then again, I wasn’t certain if I wanted another date. It wasn’t about him—it was about me. I couldn’t get that one man out of my head, and using Cameron as a distraction, would that be fair?

“Fuck what’s right or wrong, Evelyn!” I hissed. “You liked that guy, so you're absolutely fucking going on another date. Get that bastard out of your damn head.”

Engulfed in a flurry of internal arguments, I finally arrived home. I parked the car in the garage before stepping into the house.

“Clara, Dad, I’m home,” I announced, hanging up my keys and stepping into the hall. But as I entered, I saw the last thing I expected.

There sat my heartbreaker on the sofa, seemingly waiting for me, his eyes locked with mine, and I froze.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

No, he couldn’t possibly be here. My mind must be playing tricks on me—I’ve had enough of these hallucinations already.

I blinked twice, attempting to adjust to the scene and convince myself that he was actually here.

I watched as he slowly stood up, looking barely put together unlike all the other times. He appeared tired, homesick perhaps, with an expression that hinted at being on the verge of giving up.

I held my breath at the sight.

He was actually here.

Don’t cry, Evelyn. Don’t you fucking dare shed a tear.

“Evelyn…” My name fell from his lips just as it had before the elevator on that day I left him.

He seemed at a loss for words, and so was I. But I knew staying silent wouldn’t fucking solve anything.

“What… what are you doing here?” I managed some stability in my voice.

I wasn’t going to allow myself to weaken. Not now.

“Baby, I’m here to—” He attempted to approach me, but I frantically took steps back, holding out my hand to motion him to stop.