My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 18

Evelyn

When I descended the stairs, little did I know that my entire morning was about to be ruined.

Amongst Clara, my dad, and Jacob, my eyes were immediately drawn to the presence of Gloria—the painfully unpleasant woman. And to make matters worse, she was seated right beside Jacob. What intensified my burning jealousy was witnessing Jacob engaging in a comfortable conversation with her, just as my dad and Clara were.

What in the world was wrong with that man?

"Evelyn, try not to glare at him as if you're plotting to extract his kidneys," Mason's voice whispered in my ear, his tone low. "Trust me, you don't want anyone to catch on to your jealousy."

"Why the fuck he is talking to her? What's he trying to do? Let her suck his dick?!" I whisper-yelled, my eyes did not move an inch from the scene.

"How would I know? I can't comprehend the thought process of straight men," he shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Evie, it's possible that he's simply trying to avoid awkwardness. After all, he can't just curse and shout at her with so many people around. She's also a guest, and he probably doesn't want to ruin the situation," Nancy reasoned, "Just try to calm down."

"I don't give a damn. I don't want to see that woman anywhere near him," I seethed through gritted teeth.

"Don't be so possessive, naughty girl," Jennie purred.

"Yeah, have some faith in your uncle," Mason chimed in.

Uncle? What the hell?!

"What did you just say?" My jaw clenched, and my hands clenched into fists by my sides. I was ready to strike him at any moment.

He glanced at my clenched fists, a sheepish smile appearing on his lips. "Uh...never mind."

"You better not say anything!" I nearly shouted, but my attention quickly turned to Gloria, who seemed to be shamelessly ogling Jacob's tattoo. "That damn woman! Her entire existence revolves around sex!"

"And yours seems to revolve around Jacob Adriano," Mason whistled softly.

This idiot.....

"You dickhead! Shut the hell up, will you?!"

"Okay, fine. Don't scream like a rabid dog," he retorted, his brows furrowed.

I was on my way to yell again when I got interrupted by Nancy.

"Guys, calm down." Nancy cringed, making a lowering motion with his hands, "What y'all tryna do? Do you want them to hear us?"

Oops!

She was right.

I was going to be in great misery if my dad or Clara happened to hear me.

Just as Clara's voice interrupted my train of thought, she called out, "Evelyn, what are you all doing? Come over here."

I could feel Jacob's piercing green gaze on me, but I purposely ignored him and forced a smile on my face as I walked closer to the table. Mason, Jennie, and Nancy followed suit.

"How do you manage your business in Italy so successfully while spending most of your time here?" Gloria's question to Jacob reached my ears as I approached the table.

That bitch surely lacked common sense.

"Well...we all find our own balance," Jacob replied, a hint of discomfort evident in his voice, though it did little to quell my anger.

I was livid. Jealousy coursed through me like molten lava.

My jaw clenched involuntarily. "Actually, something has ruined my appetite, Clara. You all enjoy your breakfast—I'll pass."

"What? Are you feeling okay?" Clara asked immediately.

"What happened?" My dad set his coffee mug down, his smile fading as worry replaced it. "Are you not feeling well?"

"Dad, I'm fine," I sighed, my anger dissipating almost instantly when I saw his expression. "I just don't feel like eating today."

"Then you're not allowed to leave without having breakfast. Sit," he insisted, furrowing his brow and motioning for me to take a seat.

"But, D-Dad..."

"No 'buts,' Evelyn," he interrupted firmly. "You're not getting away with this. Sit down."

The entire time, Jacob silently watched me, seemingly aware of the reason behind my reaction.

"But..."

"By the way, Mason, Nancy, and Jennie, why don't you take a seat? Your friend's drama will play out for a few minutes, so you can enjoy your breakfast," Dad dismissed me.

Frustration reddened my face. "Why do you always treat me like a child?!"

"Because you are a child. A driver's licence and a bit of extra height don't make you any different to me. You'll always be my little clingy Evelyn," Dad took a casual sip of his coffee, embarrassing me without a care.

Clara stifled a chuckle, and it was clear that everyone else was struggling to hold back their laughter. As for that wretched Gloria, she continued her futile attempts to gain Jacob's attention, asking him trivial questions she likely wouldn't get answered.

"Dad, you..." I began, my voice laced with a threat.

However, I couldn't finish my sentence as the devil himself decided to interrupt.