My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 81

Jacob

What in the world could he be about to reveal—something that would be needed for the rest of my life? God, this sounded absurd but this conversation mattered, as long as he didn't launch himself at me or pummelled me with a barrage of curses.

He had every fucking right to do that I just hoped he wouldn't choose to exercise them!

"All of our conversations mattered to me, man, as long as they weren't about choosing your outfits and whatnot," I said, my curiosity mounting, as I waited for his response.

"Damn it, I can't believe I'm doing this!" He uttered a frustrated sigh, "I'll probably regret it later."

I gazed at him, equally bewildered by the situation. He was acting fucking weird!

Throughout all the years I had known Samuel Fernandez, this was by far the most weird he had ever been. He appeared angry, undeniably so, but whatever he was about to say didn't seem to be directly related to his anger. I struggled to find words to describe his demeanor, as he seemed to be in a perpetual internal debate while I sat before him with a half-raised glass of rum.

Well, I wanna have this rum but I don't know if I am going to get the chance sooner.

If he had looked like he was gearing up for beating the shit out of me, I might have downed the rum in one gulp and made a hasty exit. But that wasn't the case. At least, that's what it seemed.

"My Evelyn, I've raised her and protected her like a precious doll, Jacob. Okay? No one, literally no motherfucker in this whole fucking world has laid a finger on her, not even a hair strand," he began, "She's my entire world, Jacob. She is my doll and I'd fucking rip apart anyone who hurt her or even dare to say stupid shit to her; I'd do anything to make her happy. Remember what I told your ex that day, don't you?"

It was slowly dawning on me.

Please, let this not be a dream.

With bated breath, I waited for him to continue, my hands growing clammy and my pupils dilating ever so slightly.

"Evelyn doesn't have to cry over anything she can't have, Jacob," his voice trembled, "I made a promise to her when she was just a little baby...on the day she was born and her tiny finger gripped mine. I swore I'd give her everything, absolutely everything within my reach or even what's not within my reach—I'd snatch it and hand it to her. I'm her father, Jacob, and I'll give her everything she wants, just as I told your ex, that I'd lay everything at her feet, be it material possessions, a fucking house, a damn car, even the most trivial of things, or a boy. She loves, I guess," he shrugged, hesitating before finally confessing, "And I'm not the kind of father who would take that away from her. She loves you, so you're in it for the long haul. You have to stay with her, and that's for the rest of your life. And if you ever dare to hurt her, I'd drag fucking drag you down to her feet and I'll—"

He couldn't finish his sentence as he rose from his stool, but I stepped in, embracing him. "God, Samuel! Thank you so much! Man, you have no idea what this means to me. You just gave me everything, fucking everything!"

He pushed me away, acting all tough just like he always had as he cleared his throat, "Don't get too excited just yet. You still have to prove you're good enough for her. I have to see how you treat her and make her happy besides, you have fucked up in the past, and just because I am accepting the relationship between the two of you, doesn't mean I have completely forgiven you yet, so you'll have to make amends for that as well.

"I will, buddy, I promise," I grinned and hugged him again, and this time, he pushed me away, still playing the stern dad role. Weirdo.

"Now that you're dating my daughter, there are boundaries you need to respect. Treat me with respect and don't take everything lightly."

"This is a bit much," I chuckled, "My relationship with Evelyn shouldn't affect our friendship. You can't play that card, alright?"

"I can and I will," he said firmly, "So either accept it or pack your bags and leave."

Okay, he got me there again.

"Alright, I'll treat you with respect, sir," I chuckled before my voice lowered as a soft sigh escaped my lips, "But, you better not change your mind. You know, Evelyn is my life—I love her more than anything or anyone in this whole world. If I ever had to be separated from her, I'd die, Samuel. Trust me, I'd fucking die."

"I wouldn't have accepted your relationship with her, Jacob, if I didn't know you," Samuel replied, his stare softening, " I know you love her, and as much as I hate to admit it, I also believe you'll love her right? I can see how happy she is around you. She really wants to spend her life with you, and I know my daughter. Once she's made up her mind, her feelings don't change. The moment she realized she was in love with you, trust me, she decided to never love anyone else—she's that kind of person. Loyal, genuine, lovely, caring, and sometimes a bit stubborn, but she's the best you could ever have. So, treat her right, okay? I've never let tears find their way into her beautiful eyes, and I hope you won't let them either," He patted my shoulder with a soft smile, "Never break my princess's heart, alright?

"I promise I won't."I smiled.

"And if you ever make her cry, I'll have to beat the shit out of you, do you understand?" Samuel gave me a serious look, making it clear he meant every word. He wouldn't hesitate to beat me to a pulp.

"I won't give you that chance, Samuel. She's mine, and I'll protect what's mine with all my heart."

"First of all, she's not entirely yours yet, so keep your hopes in check. Second, we've run out of rum, so go and get us some beer from the supermarket. I still have a lot to talk to you about," Samuel said, turning around to pour the last glass of rum and showing me the empty bottle.

Evelyn