My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 53

Evelyn

I could feel it the entire time—his gaze, unwavering and fixed on me. He looked at me with a total disregard for anyone who might notice, and I didn't know why, but I found it incredibly thrilling. There was something intriguing about it, perhaps not as intense as butterflies and fireworks, but enough to leave a tantalizing trail of sparks all over my skin, everywhere his blue irises touched. The feeling was indescribable.

I knew him all too well not to notice his eyes on me. He was like one of those books that initially seemed impossible to understand or get through because of their unique traits and storyline, but eventually became your absolute favourite once you got a grasp of them. For me, I had already read halfway through, and I intended to finish the rest of it in this lifetime.

"Dude, your man is still looking at you," Nancy remarked, astonishment gleaming in her eyes, "You've smitten him, haven't you? What did you do? Are you giving him a blowjob every single day?"

A chuckle escaped my lips, "Shut up, Nancy. Someone will overhear your nonsense."

I did want to look at Jacob at this point, but I resisted the urge. I knew that if I did, I might end up going back to him, and the end result would be us leaving this party to start our own in my room, or perhaps his, whichever would be more convenient.

"Sorry, but that doesn't sound like nonsense to me either. She's right, what have you done to him? He seems like he's going to leave that bar and jump on you right in the middle of all these people," Mason added, "Did you perform some sort of black magic on him?"

"Oh you morons," Jennie walked over to us, fixing her dress, she indeed made out with someone, there was no question, "It's no Blackmagic, it's her pussy. Men love it when it's good and in Evelyn's case, it's all Jacob has ever needed in his life." She was seemingly aware of our conversation with her unconventional skill of reading people's lips and faces,

This conversation was about to turn fucking unholy. But I didn't have any right to say anything, did I? Because what Jacob and I were doing was nowhere near holy.

"Oh yeah, you're right. When I used to be with girls, I enjoyed it when she was tight. Kinda same like good arses," Mason said, scratching his jaw thoughtfully, seemingly interested in continuing the conversation, his expression alike ones that people usually had whilst discussing business ideas, "And they liked it when the dick is big, so Evelyn," he shifted his gaze to me, "Are you so crazy about Jacob because he has a big dick?"

I couldn't believe he had just said that. Lord, he could be so brazen sometimes.

"Mason! Shut up!"

"Don't shut him up," Nancy pinched my arm, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "Tell me, is it his dick you're after?"

Before I could snap, Jennie intervened, "Of course she is. And even if that's not the case, there's no way to deny that it helps."

"God, I hate you guys so much."

They burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying pulling my leg. Nancy added, "Oh, come on, Evie. You know no matter how much you deny it, it makes it easier to like him even more when he fucks you better."

"I can't believe you! You horny motherfuckers, I'm not after his dick, alright? It's him who I love, all of him—as a whole. Not for a specific body part and stuff, not even his libido. So, shut up!" I could already feel my cheeks burning red—they were truly shameless.

"Even if you love him as a whole, his dick, or so you say, his libido, doesn't fall behind. It's a part of him, right?" Mason raised an eyebrow, stifling his laughter as he tried to sound serious enough to embarrass me.

"Enough, guys! This is—"

"Hey, guys, quiet. Evelyn, look at that," Jennie spoke up, a frown settling between her brows as she examined something in the distance. "Isn't that Jacob's ex? That Chloe whore?"

My gaze snapped to the sight, and the scene unfolded before my eyes. Chloe was leaning against the bar, standing beside Jacob with a drink in her hand—the exact same colored rose wine I'd thrown in her face that evening at the poolside and might do again today if things took a turn for the worse.

What the fuck was she doing?

My fists automatically clenched at my sides. "I'm going to kill that bitch tonight." The moment I was about to stride towards them, Mason grabbed my hand, halting my movement.

"Calm down, Evelyn. Trust me, you'll regret creating a scene after this."

"You don't know how much that bitch is trying to come between the two of us, Mason. She's grabbing onto every chance she can get. I've already told you what she's done today, haven't I?" I was fuming, my nails itching to claw at her face and pluck all the hair out of her scalp. She'd look perfect when bald.

"Look at me, Evie," Nancy turned me to face her. "Take deep breaths. Slowly, inhale and exhale," she motioned her hands in a lowering motion.

"Yeah... re-relax," Jennie said, already seeming to regret her decision to show me the scene. Mason was glaring at her, making it even more glaringly obvious.