My Dad's Bestfriend
Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Poolside Party
Evelyn.
Leaning against the balcony railing, I took a sip of my coffee, its bittersweet flavour providing a much-needed respite from the stress that threatened to consume me. By conveniently feigning a headache, I managed to escape the formalities of greeting the arriving guests one by one, effectively dodging any encounter with Jacob.
Damn, that man seemed to defy logic with his ever-growing handsomeness.
From my vantage point, I could see the gathering around the poolside. It was like a scene straight out of a poolside party movie. Handsome men were aplenty, some being Dad's business partners' sons, while others represented their fathers' interests.
But amidst this sea of attractive individuals, my eyes only craved stolen glances at the green-eyed Italian male perched on a chaise lounge. Unlike the others, he maintained a certain air of casual elegance, leaving only a few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of the gold chain around his neck. Every now and then, I caught a tantalising peek at his tattoo-a masterpiece that seemed to originate from the left side of his chest and undoubtedly extended down his arm.
What was God thinking while creating this masterpiece? He is too good to be true.
I tore my gaze away from him and looked at the sky. The weather was nice today enough to make me want to go for a walk, which was pretty rare for me to do.
"Evelyn...what on earth are you doing out here?" Clara's sudden loud voice jolted me, causing me to gasp and spin around. My hands instinctively tightened around the coffee mug, preventing it from slipping through my fingers.
"Clara...you scared me half to death!" I placed a hand over my chest as my heart continued to pound erratically.
"For heaven's sake, everyone's by the pool having a good time, and here you are, acting like a lone ghost," she rolled her eyes and strolled towards me, clad in a swimsuit with a poolside robe draped over her, "Go on, change!"
"I didn't bring any swimwear," I shrugged, hoping my little white lie would hold some weight.
"Oh, you little liar. I packed your suitcase with you so don't like your flimsy excuse will work on me," Of course, she saw through my ruse. What was I even expecting?
"B-but..."
"No buts," she cut me off, "Go and get ready, otherwise I might, unfortunately, have to drag your ass there."
further resistance would be futile, I finally exhaled a defeated sigh. "Fine, I'll get
tugged at the corners of her lips as she nodded. "Good. Be downstairs in a few minutes, or else I'll have to come back up here to check on you." "Alright," I rolled my eyes and made my way into
before going to sleep, so locating my swimwear proved to be a
I intentionally left a few strands framing my face. After slipping into the swimwear, I draped the robe over it, stealing one last glance in the mirror to ensure I looked presentable. Satisfied with my appearance, I made
had already managed to send my sanity teetering on the brink. Amidst the cacophony of guests' conversations, the sound of their laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air. The waiters were serving
company-a woman who stirred an intense irritation within me: Gloria Henderson-- A fucking wicked bitch. She embodied everything despicable, a cunning and promiscuous woman who shamelessly pursued any man within her reach, regardless of her marriage to a military husband who likely
betray her husband, all the while pretending to be a faithful and loving
clenched in
Fucking bitch!
death stare, Evie. People will start thinking you've got some personal vendetta against her," Clara whispered into my ear, breaking my intense gaze.
her, Clara!" I groaned under my
invite all of his colleagues, so he couldn't just exclude this one bitch from the
just any boy, Clara,"
of your dad. He'd
I care," I rolled my eyes and made my way towards the bar set up
cocktail, please," The bartender began preparing my drink with a friendly
that unfolded before me, made my skin crawl in a whole new way-Gloria, that fucking bitch, was now making blatant advances towards Jacob, trying to get into his
jaw clenched involuntarily, and my teeth ground together as I observed her witch-like nails trailing up and down Jacob's arms. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows
touch, yet she persisted, reaching out again and again. Why was I even paying attention to this? He was a grown man perfectly capable of handling himself and
the drink
He's not your husband, nor
to send daggers with my eyes in Gloria's direction, her shameless flirting still in full swing. Jacob appeared visibly irritated,
ordering the very drink
bartender prepared it, I untied my robe, leaving it open but still draped over me,
by an inexplicable force. His eyes fell on me sooner than I had expected, and they lingered,
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