My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 42

Evelyn

"God, did that bitch really do that?!" Jennie's eyes widened in disbelief as she bit her nails. "No way. You are screwed."

"I know, but I don't care. I can't let go of Jacob," I ran my fingers through my hair, pacing back and forth on the balcony. Fuck, I was going crazy.

"Hey, listen to me. Instead of trying to fight it with your mom, why don't you try to persuade her? She might end up keeping it to herself," Nancy suggested, hurriedly.

"Oh, her? I'd rather die," I laughed bitterly. There was no humor in my voice. "She has never understood me, and she never will. All she sees is the way I act, but never the reason. She'll end up putting the blame on me and start another war. Which, to be honest, I really don't want right now. I'm already fucked up enough."

"Have you told Jacob yet?" Mason asked, as always zeroing in on that one question. God, I hated even thinking about it.

"No, definitely not. I can't tell him," I frantically replied. "He won't take it lightly, and the wedding's only four days away. I can't risk it. It's a special day for Dad and Clara—I can't ruin it for them. Not at any cost."

"I'm sure he'll feel the same way. You should at least let him know about it," he suggested, and for once, he sounded serious and understanding instead of mocking me for my problems. "Maybe, after your dad's wedding, you all can talk it out. We can help, although our opinion might not matter as much to Samuel because he sees us as miscreants, just like you. But we can at least try."

"I'm actually afraid. I know how much this friendship means to Jacob and Dad. Jacob has already taken a risk by taking it this far with me, and of course, I've provoked him quite enough. I'll never be able to forgive myself if they lose it because of me."

"Hey, Evelyn," Nancy came beside me, rubbing my arms in a soothing motion. "It's okay. Don't overthink it. You two haven't committed a crime. It's okay to fall in love. Take your time; things will sort themselves out. But first, get a hold of yourself and try to talk with your mom and Jacob. You can't hide it from him; it'll only make things worse."

"I think you're right," I nodded, exhaling a sigh. "I can only hope that everything will fall back into place, because I... I really can't lose that man."

"Aww, look at you, stupid little bitch, so in love," Mason's switch finally flipped, and he was back to his normal self. "Come here, let me give you a hug."

"Move away."

He didn't listen; instead, he pulled me into a bear hug. His strangely huge physique completely enveloped me, "It's not often that I offer you love, so while I'm giving it, just accept it, okay?"

"You seem like you're selling a business idea," Jennie laughed. "Wait, I'm coming too." She joined the hug with a jump.

"Me too!" It wasn't long before Nancy joined in as well.

***

It was evening, nearly dusk.

I didn't know what to do. My friends were passed out, completely drunk. Clara was engrossed in watching a rom-com movie, something that held no interest for me. And my mom? God only knew what she was up to, perhaps with her boyfriend. I knew she hadn't had the chance to talk to Dad yet because he was out with Jacob.

But I had a feeling she would surely try once he got here. That was so her. She must want to prove her point, as always.

As I reached the swimming area, wandering around, my eyes unfortunately landed on the last person I wished to see at that moment. The bitch herself—Chloe. She sat there at the edge of the pool, her feet submerged in the water, a look of peace radiating on her face that made me want to kick her into the pool.

Or maybe I really should? After what she had done, she deserved it.

I could just kill her right now. It was a piece of cake judging by how petite she was.

However, before I could finalize my decision, she spoke up, her eyes fixed on the pool, swaying her legs. "What's up, Evelyn? All good?"

I struggled to control my rage, clenching my fists to my sides.

God, hold me back. Please, for once.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, telling my mom about me and Jacob?" I seethed.

"For a girl your age, you have a big mouth," she muttered, her jaw clenched. "I see Samuel has taught you no manners. Danica should have been there; at least that way you wouldn't be so—"

That was it. She had crossed the line, hitting the only spot she shouldn't have touched.

To prevent myself from striking her, I snatched the glass from her hand and splashed the wine in her face.

She gasped, instantly stepping back. "What the hell!" Her eyes blazed with anger.

What an idiot! As if that pumpkin face would scare me.

"You talk about my life again, and next time it won't be a glass," I hissed, "And trust me, Chloe, I've slapped enough bullies in my twenty years of life to leave marks on that face of yours that will take days to fade. So, next time, choose your words wisely, and don't speak about my mom and dad. Their names don't sound good coming from someone as low-level as you."

With that, I stormed out of the place, heading inside the mansion.

"Fucking bitch," I muttered as I climbed the stairs, my legs moving rapidly. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my mother's boyfriend, Jack, who seemed to have witnessed everything. But once again, I ignored my surroundings and headed straight to my room.

God, this whole situation was driving me insane. I couldn't even breathe.

I opened the door to my room, stepped inside, and turned on the lights. Surprisingly, the only good thing that happened all day was seeing Jacob, standing beside my book rack in the corner of the room, where the moonlight found its way.

Oh, my heart......

His eyes snapped to me as the lights turned on, "Do you really read all these books? They're... so many."

Without a second thought, I strode over to him, grabbed him by the collar, and pressed my lips against his.