My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 161

Jacob

I slammed the door shut, groaning in annoyance. She and that boy-toy were in her fucking room. I had to give it to Samuel for not letting the door be locked, but at the same time, I was furious with him for letting that goddamn Cameron stay here with Evelyn. My Evelyn.

But did I have anything to say to him? Absolutely not. I couldn't.

Because he was pissed at me, so fucking pissed and there was nothing I could do about it unless Evelyn forgave me, which now seemed like a distant dream.

"Argh!" I groaned, slamming my hands against the coffee table in the corner of my room. Frustration crawled all over my skin, and rage burned within me. I was so mad that all I wanted to do was stride into her room and break Cameron's neck—no, slice his skin, chop up his flesh, shatter her bones, and feed it to the dog.

God! Never in my life had I thought I'd be jealous of a twenty-one-year-old boy. For fuck's sake.

Evelyn messed me up really badly. And she was still playing with me, using that boy. God knew what they were doing in that room.

Was she letting him kiss her?

Touch her in those places only I used to touch?

Caress her, fondle her, embrace her?

Fuck! This shit was driving me insane.

I paced back and forth in my room. The day kept passing by, and every time I walked out, I found the door still closed but not locked. I had this urge to stride inside, grab Cameron by the collar, and drag him out. I wondered what they were doing, but I knew I had no right to interfere. She expressly told me she wanted that boy-toy, whether it was true or not. It was her word, and I had to respect it, even though I didn't want to.

I reached for the doorknob, my hand moving on its own, but I grasped it with my other hand and forced myself away, turning around and walking back into my own room. Supressing my rage beneath my skin.

I was fighting a literal battle with myself or specifically my hand. After the struggle, I ended up back inside my room, on the chair, pressing my back into it as much as I could, trying to control my rage, my hands forming fists.

"Get a hold of yourself, man!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands and blowing out a heavy breath.

Every inch of me, every part of me, every single limb, and every fiber wanted to kill Cameron and punish Evelyn.

And her punishments? Man, they wouldn't be able to stop once I started. I would make sure she'd never look at another man or even think about it.

I looked at the clock.

Thirty minutes. Yes, only thirty minutes, and then I would go in there and do whatever it took to get Cameron out of this house and away from my woman.

Maybe in a polite way, but l'd still do it.

I was done going easy on her. She would get the other side of me now, and I was sure she wouldn't hate it.