My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 8

Evelyn

I awoke to the merciless grip of a pounding headache. A very bad one indeed.

Grimacing, I instinctively pressed my fingers against the throbbing side of my forehead, while taking small sips of the coffee Clara had handed me just moments ago.

"Why does your headache scream of a night drowned in alcohol?" Dad asked, arching one of his eyebrows as he nonchalantly crunched on a packet of chips.

Dad and his knack for suspicion. Just unbelievable!

"Yes, I drowned in a tank of it." I scoffed.

A frown etched across his face as my words sank in, but before he could respond, Clara swiftly intervened.

"Samuel, let her be," she scolded, her voice firm, "Don't bother her!"

"How am I bothering her?" Dad asked, his disbelief evident.

"You are," Clara asserted, her tone unwavering. "By bombarding her with pointless questions at this moment."

"I was merely curious about the cause of her sudden headache. There must be something more to it," Dad persisted, his suspicious gaze fixated on me once again.

Apparently, he attributed my headache to alcohol.

But how could I possibly reveal to him that the true culprit was his best friend? That infuriatingly handsome Italian devil who had invaded my dreams!

Ugh! I must put an end to these thoughts.

"I can assure you that Evelyn's headache has nothing to do with what you're suspecting," Suddenly his voice buzzed.

Well, speak of the devil, and the devil appears.

Jacob sauntered closer, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch.

"She had only a glass of wine, nothing more," he said, briefly glancing at me before directing his gaze at my dad.

"Is that the truth, or are you just trying to cover for her?" Dad questioned, his doubt palpable.

"Oh trust me, the last thing your beloved best friend wants is to alleviate my troubles," I retorted with a scoff, lifting the cup to my lips once again.

Jacob remained silent, his intense stare locked on me. However, my dad on the other hand had quite an opinion.

"Then why do you get yourself into problems anyway?"

"Dad! Please, don't get on my nerves right now." I frowned at him.

"What did you just say? I am getting on your nerves?" He asked. Disbelief was etched on his face.

"Yes, and I kindly request that you grant me the pleasure of some peace and quiet," I replied, mustering a smile.

"Evelyn, you..." Dad began, his tone dripping with warning, but I cut him off.

"Clara, could you please handle your fiancé?" I turned to her, pleadingly. "My head is pounding, and I'm not ready for one of Dad's lectures."

"Samuel, get out" she stated without hesitation.

"Because of you, she gets away with it every single time," Dad accused, glaring at me which I gladly returned.

I could have sworn I caught a hint of Jacob's stifled chuckle amidst the ongoing family drama.

"Evelyn, here, take this medicine," Clara offered, handing me a glass of water along with a pill.

"And as for you, come with me," she seized Dad's hand, dragging him away while scolding him along the way until they disappeared from my sight.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I swallowed the medicine, allowing my body to sink into the comfort of the couch.

"How's that headache treating you?" Jacob's voice inquired.

"Well, well, the headache itself is asking about my well-being!" I responded with feigned surprise.

He was about to reply, but his words died on his lips as his gaze wandered downward, catching a glimpse of my exposed cleavage. The loose-fitted V-neck top had shifted, revealing more skin than intended.

At that moment, the most deviant idea of the century popped into my mind.

"Enjoying the view, Jacob?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice, as I tugged on the thin tie-up string of my sleeve, exposing even more of my skin.

He appeared stunned by my unexpected move, and hunger began to surface in his eyes.

"Or is it better now?" I slid the top slightly lower, teasingly revealing a hint of my bosom.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for my impulsive choice to go braless that day.