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

took the bag from Dad's hand and made my way out of the room, passing through

awake. Well, the ideas they were conjuring up weren't half bad, they were kinda...

shunned my thoughts away and yanked myself out of the daydreams before I finally

was no answer from the

What was he doing?

was not

I should take a peek inside the room or not. It wasn't as if my

on his door once more, but still, there was no

he not in the

moment of impulse, I decided to do the most logical thing that came to mind-yes, anyone could have guessed it. I cautiously cracked the

was odd-there was no sign of anyone in

Should I go inside?

it's my dad's mansion anyway. I couldn't care less about what's appropriate or not. Besides, I had a plethora of excuses ready if

thought, I pushed the door open wider and cautiously stepped inside, my eyes

on the bed

'Was he in the...'

I could even complete my thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, shattering the silence, and Jacob's voice pierced

off guard, and spun around to face him, but

that met my eyes made

sculpted body, highlighting his rock-hard abs. Damp strands of hair fell gracefully across his face, adding an air of mystery. And 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 his waist.

I was going to faint or lose

in my entire existence had I imagined that the face of a freshly showered

but detect a subtle hint of

brain decided to take a vacation right at the

It was nearly impossible to focus on anything

to give you these shirts." I finally blurted

to the bags in my hand, and recognition sparked within his

shirts for all his friends and family for tomorrow's party," I explained. "He wasn't sure about your size, so he got

Even on my birthdays, he always brought two sizes, just in case one

"He never quite managed to choose the right gifts for you. It was always me who had to struggle to help him pick something

able to give you a fitting present on your birthdays. I always wondered if you actually liked any of those gifts I chose for you, and if so, which

mind checking if any of these shirts

once again stirred

of the wardrobe and wiping away the water trailing down

fixed on me,

he said, taking the bags from my hand and placing

certainly hadn't expected him to try them

complain? Not