My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 5 Igniting Fire

Evelyn

Currently, I found myself seated in my dad and Clara's room, surrounded by a mountain of clothes on his bed. They were gifts he had purchased for his friends and relatives attending the event, and now, after sorting and packing everyone's presents, there were two identical shirts in different sizes remaining, intended for my dad's best friend.

The very same person whose words from the previous day continued to echo in my mind.

"Why is there an extra shirt?" I inquired, placing the magazine I had been flipping through onto the nearby table.

"Oh, I bought two different sizes for Jacob since I wasn't sure how muscular he might have become," Dad chuckled, drawing closer and settling himself on the bed. "He certainly has built himself like a giant."

I couldn't help but disagree with the notion that Jacob's physique resembled that of a giant. In reality, his physicality was far more subtle and captivating. There was a remarkable balance to his muscular frame.

Even though his muscles remained concealed beneath his clothing, it wasn't hard to discern the perfect male form beneath.

"Both sizes don't seem to have much difference. I suppose either one of these will fit him," Clara commented, examining the shirts.

"I need him to try these shirts and see if they fit," Dad groaned, stretching his arms in an attempt to alleviate the strain from walking to multiple stores. "My spine is killing me."

"Hey, Evelyn, why don't you go and ask Jacob to try them on? You haven't lifted a finger all day," Dad suggested, his gaze turning to me. I furrowed my brow at the end of his sentence. He always had this perception of me being lazy, and while I wasn't sure if it was entirely true, I wasn't about to decline this task now. No way in hell!

"Perhaps you could have asked me properly instead of calling me lazy, don't you think, Dad?"

"But you are lazy, it's a well-known fact," Dad chuckled, causing a scowl to settle on my face.

"Well, I didn't realise you had a personal vendetta against me enjoying a little relaxation," I grumbled, my annoyance growing as his amusement persisted.

"Leave her be, Samuel," Clara interjected, attempting to control her own laughter. "If she decides to ignore you in revenge for a day, you'll be the one wandering around like a lost soul."

Dad's expression shifted at the reminder, and I noticed him clearing his throat as if the thought itself troubled him.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this again after so long, and Dad is just making sure I have another go at it," I remarked, crossing my arms over my chest. The tug appeared on my lip on its own knowing that this plan of mine was going to work.

For a moment, Dad fell silent, seemingly contemplating whether he should continue to push my buttons or relent.

Apparently, he made up his mind quicker than I expected.

"Fine, I apologise," Dad sighed, conceding defeat. "Now, please...would you go and give these shirts to Jacob?"

I wanted to refuse, to say no, but...

How could I say no to the beautiful view of Jacob's face?

Perhaps others could, but Evelyn Fernandez certainly couldn't, not even in her wildest dreams.

I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance on my face. The underlying excitement

Dad's hand and made my way out of the room, passing through the long corridor until I

triggered so many dirty imaginations to stir awake. Well, the ideas

the daydreams before I finally knocked on the door, but there was no

again, growing slightly impatient, but still, there was no answer from the other side.

What was he doing?

door was

peek inside the room or not.

out, knocking on his door once more, but still, there

he not

opposite. And in a moment of impulse, I decided to do the most logical thing that came to mind-yes, anyone could have guessed it.

was no sign of anyone

Should I go inside?

care less about what's appropriate or not. Besides, I had a plethora of excuses

thought, I pushed the door open wider and cautiously

on the bed lay

'Was he in the...'

open, shattering the silence,

spun around to

eyes made me wish I

the most intriguing part of this whole image of Jacob standing before me was that he stood exactly like my dreams, with just a towel hanging dangerously on

that tattoo... God! I didn't know if I was going to faint or lose myself at

the face of a freshly showered Jacob could be this

his face, though I couldn't help but detect

thoughts spiralled into chaos, and naturally, my brain decided to take a vacation

It was nearly impossible to focus on anything else with him standing there, half-naked, in

these shirts." I finally

the bags in

for tomorrow's party," I explained.

habits. Even on my birthdays, he always brought two sizes, just in case one didn't

small laugh escaping my lips this time. "He never quite managed to choose the right gifts for you. It was always me who had to

always wondered if you actually liked any of those gifts I chose for you, and if

mind checking if any

stirred feelings

replied, grabbing a spare towel from the top of the wardrobe and wiping away the

on

from my hand and placing them on the bed before

certainly hadn't expected him to try them on

could I complain? Not