My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 54

Evelyn

Unbelievable! Both Chloe and Jacob were nowhere to be seen.

I was already freaking out. It wasn't as if I didn't trust Jacob, but the truth was that I didn't trust Chloe. However, I fully believed in her ability to manipulate. Even her face said that she was a twisted, manipulative, filthy and fucked-up bitch.

What if she ends up creating a distance between me and Jacob? She could, it was not an impossible task for her, given that she and Jacob had been in a relationship for years. It was natural that Jacob would have a soft spot for her, I wouldn't blame him for that, but... I didn't want to lose him. That was the only reason I was freaking out.

The last thing I wanted was to find him and Chloe locked up in a room — yes, I feared it. I absolutely feared it no matter how much I trusted Jacob. But he wouldn't cheat on me, would he?

God, this is driving me insane.

Being disappointed with not finding them on the entire first floor, I headed up the stairs.

I swear to god, if I ended up finding Chloe with him, I would burn her alive. As for Jacob, I didn't know what I'd say. I could only hope he wouldn't end up disappointing me.

But hopes always get broken, don't they?— Fuck. I needed to stop thinking and just look for him. The last thing I wanted to do was to act like an immature bitch and come to a conclusion before even confronting him or simply asking him about the real situation.

I didn't want to be one of those stupid women. But my emotions...they were already making a mess.

My eyes searched everywhere around the corridor, the hall, the vacant areas, and rooms that I took the privilege to peek in until a sudden voice called my name.

"Hey, Evelyn."

I turned around to see my mom's boyfriend walking over to me. "Have you seen your mom anywhere by chance?" he asked.

"Um...no," I shook my head.

Did she disappear without telling him? It wouldn't be unlike her.

"Well, she was with me until I had to attend a call, but then, I can't find her anywhere," the guy looked pretty confused. It seemed like he wasn't used to staying away from my mother, which was a good thing in some ways—it meant she was treating him right, unlike how she had treated my dad. "She has never done this before."

"Maybe you can call her?"

"I did, but she's not picking up."

Shit, I wanted to end this conversation as soon as I could. I had a task to do.

"You can go downstairs and search for her, maybe even check your room? She could be touching up her make-up, you know. She doesn't prefer looking bad," I said, trying to extricate myself from the conversation, "Please, excuse me, I am a bit busy." I attempted to walk away.

"Evelyn, wait a moment please."

Argh! My mother's boyfriend was equally annoying as her.

I turned around, barely able to maintain a composed and normal expression, however, I didn't succeed quite as much. I was rather disappointed with my own acting skills. "What is it, Jack?"

I had harbored high hopes when I first opened the door to his room, but alas, he was nowhere to be found. There was no trace of him, not even a lingering hint of his cologne in the air that might have suggested he had been in his room recently.

With a heavy sigh, I closed the door and made my way out, heading back to my own room. I needed to take a moment to relax and, most importantly, retrieve my phone. Calling him was the only remaining option.

As I approached my room and opened the door, a gasp escaped my lips as I saw a tall figure standing on my balcony, surrounded by the darkness of an unlit room. It was Jacob, without a doubt. I didn't need any further confirmation, even though I could only see his back. The lingering scent of his cologne filling my room was more than enough assurance.

It was him, and him alone. No Chloe in sight.

Thank god.....

"What are you doing here? I was searching for you everywhere," I said, a wave of relief washing over me as I approached him. Slipping my arms around him, I hugged him from behind, resting my cheek against his solid back.

He remained silent for a while, and I could sense the faint scent of smoke on him, with ashes on the floor confirming that he had been smoking.

A full minute passed, and still, he didn't reply. There was a calm, composed, and unruffled air about him, but it was clear that something was on his mind. Had he had an argument with that woman? It seemed possible. Or perhaps something she had said had made him reconsider his decision?

This time…A sense of dread crept over me.

Just as I was about to speak again, he finally broke the silence. "Maybe you were right, Evelyn,” He exhaled as he lit up another cigarette, “I still love Chloe."

My grip around him loosened on its own, and I felt my entire world come to a standstill.