My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 147

Jacob

As she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone—I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too—the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death—every fucking time.

A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed—Evelyn had his fucking attitude—snarky, moody, stubborn.

I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I had to restrain the urge to lash out and beat the shit out of him—after all, he was the father of the woman whose affection I was desperately trying to win back. Beating him wouldn't be an advantage on my side right now.

His gaze snapped to me, initially registering confusion before recognition dawned. "Ah, that..." he murmured, his tone casual. "I'm aware. Cameron's a decent guy."

So, that pup's name was Cameron...

And decent? Surely he wasn't. I knew Evelyn's choice—she chose me. So there was no way she was looking for decent. She wanted something bad—Hard. Rough.Thrilling. Exciting enough to make her forget me.

"Why the fuck did you let her go?" I growled, my anger palpable. If he wasn't her father, I might have given in to the impulse to pummel him senseless.

"Why shouldn't I?" He turned off the water, his demeanor unwavering. There was a hint of amusement in his voice and eyes, as if he relished the opportunity to provoke me. "You screwed up, Jacob. It's on you. I'm not going to advise her to wait around for you. If she finds someone better, especially someone younger, she should go for it. Atleast I wouldn't have to call my best friend's child 'grandkids'—it'll be a much better scenario for me." A smirk tugged at his lips as he observed my expression darken with seriousness.

"You're really being an ass right now, you know that?" I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Well, if this means being an ass then I'll gladly wear the title. I'm not going to stand in her way—if she finds someone who can treat her better, handle his temper more responsibly, and not mess things up, then I'll support their relationship," he retorted, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. Stepping closer, he stood directly in front of me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "So if you don't want to lose her, Jacob, you better get moving. Time's ticking." With a pat on my back and a chuckle, he strolled past me, leaving me seething in his wake.

That bastard....

I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to contain my anger and frustration.

It was painfully clear—my best friend had no intention of assisting me. In fact, he seemed to revel in my suffering, harboring resentment for what I had done. And it was equally apparent that Evelyn was determined to chip away at every shred of self-control I had managed to muster since coming to America.

I didn't want to resort to my old ways...

But it seemed I had no other choice.

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Evelyn

I walked back into the house, bidding Cameron goodbye with a hug. The date was amazing. Cameron wasn't rushing things; it felt more like two old friends catching up after an age apart. He made me feel comfortable, like I didn't have to be on guard every second. So far, Cameron was a green flag. But what would happen next? Another date, perhaps, and then another. Eventually, we'd have to move forward, wouldn't we?

Damn. I hadn't thought about it until now.