My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 2 The Arrival

Evelyn.

The morning sunlight infiltrated the room through the window, its warm rays rousing me from my slumber. I reluctantly pried my eyes open, only to have them promptly shut again in protest against the intrusive light.

Letting out a disgruntled sigh, I buried my face in the pillow, hoping to shield myself from the unwelcome morning.

Mornings. Ugh! I despised them with a passion.

Even more than my periods.

Groaning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, deliberately averting my gaze from the blinding sun, I stumbled my way to the bathroom. As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace, trying to delay the inevitable start of the day.

As usual, I brushed my teeth at a tortoise's pace and took a shower. I made sure to scrub away any remnants of sleep, unwilling to risk looking like a ghost amidst the uncertainty of potential guests.

While the gathering had mostly been arranged amongst family members, I vaguely recalled my dad mentioning a few of his friends being invited, too.

I included a few of my friends who would come a day before the wedding day.

I dried my hair and threw on a casual spaghetti-strap tank top and shorts before venturing out of the room. The mansion seemed eerily quiet, signalling that no guests had arrived yet. However, as I made my way towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but overhear fragments of conversation between Dad and Clara, their voices carrying through the stillness of the house.

"Good morning, lovebirds," I greeted with a smile as my eyes fell on Dad and Clara. They were preparing breakfast, with Clara seated at the counter and Dad taking charge as today's chef. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart," They responded in unison.

"So, what's on the menu, Mr. Chef?" I playfully inquired, walking closer to them and stealing a glance at the pan.

"Pasta, apparently it's the only thing I know how to cook well," Dad replied with a hint of self-deprecating humour in his voice. This remark elicited a small chuckle from both Clara and me.

"Well, that's not a problem at all. You're still the best," I giggled, hugging him from the side.

"Finally, you're admitting it, huh?" Dad chuckled, returning the embrace and planting a tender kiss on my forehead.

"I've never denied it, though," I giggled, "By the way, I'm sorry for joking about packing you in a suitcase the other day. I didn't mean it, really." I kissed his cheek, and he let out a gentle laugh before reciprocating with a smooch on my left cheek.

"I know," He ruffled my hair, "You are still too childish to commit a crime like that."

This made another laugh tear from my throat.

"All love for Dad, huh?" Clara's dramatically sad voice interrupted and my eyes shifted to her direction, "Nobody loves me."She melodramatically declared, averting her eyes from me, as if to express a hint of resentment. I could notice the small frown that'd appeared on her lips.

Unable to resist the opportunity to tease her, I walked over to Clara with a grin on my face. "Oh, come here, my drama queen," Laughing I wrapped my arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek.

I watched as she tried to maintain an unruffled expression, but a smile inevitably made its way to her lips, and she hugged me back.

queen, huh? That's not fair, Evie," Clara

know, he needs affection," I mused and she burst

responded with a teasing threat, "Remember, little lady, that's definitely

difference this time. With a month full of functions and travels to

don't need any money for this entire period," I pointed out, reminding him of his own wedding experience with Clara. "Then I'll adjust

know you'll forget about it till then," I couldn't hold onto my laughter anymore and

He rolled his eyes and focused his attention on cooking again but this time with a small frown that took

dad was indeed

Samuel," she giggled as

at her in disbelief, rubbing the spot where

little bear," She tapped Dad's nose and this only seemed to increase Dad's irritation, evident by the

get on my nerves, Clara," Dad groaned, trying to maintain his faux sternness, though

accustomed to over the years. However, at this moment, with the hungry rats in my stomach causing a commotion, I needed

aware that if they continued their playful banter for too long, I

enough of the family circus for today," I decided to speak up,

her arms over her chest, asserting herself. "You heard that, Chef?

soon shifted his attention

juice. As I raised the bottle to

none of the guests have

yet foreign voice resonated

the voice of the Italian man who had invaded my every

and the room suddenly felt devoid

footsteps as he approached, his presence looming behind me. I was too petrified to turn and face him, my grip tightening around

morning, Jacob," Clara greeted him

a good sleep, mate?" Dad asked casually, not bothering to look up from his cooking, unaware

as well as

the tense silence, and my worst imagination became a reality

was just fifteen years old.

I, too, mustered the courage to look at

The same devilishly handsome jawline, the full, tempting lips, and those bewitching green eyes that had ensnared me for as long as I could

times, fell casually on his face. And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now

and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine

my breath so that the gasp didn't

my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could

looking heavily

to imagine your gorgeous face while

began," Evelyn, did you fail to

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I

my words, and perhaps because of my gaze, but he quickly masked