My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 20

Evelyn

Slipping into a pair of sleek black denim shorts, a fiery red crop top, and crisp white sneakers, I tiptoed out of my room, defying my natural clumsiness. Each step I took was a silent ballet, a delicate dance of caution.

Finally, I emerged from the mansion's confines, and there it was: Jacob's car, parked in the driveway like a beacon of anticipation. The headlights glowed, a signal that he was waiting for me.

A smile automatically spread across my lips, and I dashed toward his car, feeling like a silly kid. The excitement I felt was indescribable. It puzzled me why something as simple as going out at night, which I had done countless times before, now felt so different.

The reason was Jacob.

As I neared the car, he opened the door from the inside, flashing me a grin. "Get in."

"I didn't think you'd be so punctual," I commented, climbing into his sleek Benz and closing the door with a thud.

The black vehicle was simply breathtaking, but then again, when you've spent over a quarter of a million on a car, it's almost impossible not to be fascinated.

"Being punctual is important," he said, leaning in to fasten my seatbelt, a detail I hadn't deemed necessary. "Especially for men. Otherwise, accidents can happen."

"Accidents?" I asked, puzzled. But then, as his smirk became evident and he pulled away, the meaning behind his words became clear.

"Such a dog," I chuckled, playfully hitting his bicep, making sure not to hurt myself against his steel-like muscles.

"Ouch, that hurt," he hissed, his acting skills commendable, yet not enough to deceive me entirely.

"Oh, shut up! Those biceps could easily be mistaken for rocks," I scoffed. "It would take a hundred Evelyns to actually cause any damage to you."

"If executed precisely, only one could be enough, Evelyn," he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he started the car and accelerated onto the open road. "Anyway, tell me where you'd like to go?"

My mind barely registered his question, fixating instead on the first part of his statement.

Confusion washed over me, and I blinked several times, trying to grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to what he said than met the eye.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and set my phone aside.

"What are you doing?" he glanced at me, a mix of curiosity and perplexity in his eyes.

Without uttering a word, I moved closer to him, manoeuvring myself onto his lap. He made room for me by shifting his left hand behind my waist and gripping the steering wheel with his other hand. Finally, I settled comfortably, placing my legs on the seat I had previously occupied and wrapping my arms around his neck.

This was far more enjoyable than the boring seat.

"Now you know what I was up to," I whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

"This isn't the safest way to drive, I must admit," he chuckled. "But I can't really complain."

Okay, his mood had improved. That's exactly what I wanted.

No, I didn't have any intention of questioning him about why he had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this beautiful moment we were sharing.

"You're cute," I couldn't contain my smile, placing another peck on his lips, and then another.

"You know, it's not quite fair—first, you called me a dog, then you hit me, and now you're calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of distaste as he mentioned the word 'cute.' "You're being unfair."

"Wait, you consider 'cute' as an insult?" I gazed at him, disbelief evident in my eyes.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "It's not exactly the kind of compliment most men appreciate."

"Oh, really?" I had to stifle my laughter at this point; he was truly something else. "Then what kind of compliment would you prefer to hear?"

"Anything else, just not that particular word," he replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he concentrated on driving.

I had to admit, this man was devilishly handsome. His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of him could set my heart racing within a second.