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.

eyes, feigning

my way out of the room,

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

thoughts away and yanked myself out of the daydreams before I finally knocked on the door,

but still, there was no answer from the other side. The door wasn't locked

What was he doing?

door was not locked

the room or not. It wasn't as if my intentions

out, knocking on his door once more,

he not

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

this was odd-there was no sign of anyone in the

Should I go inside?

dad's mansion anyway. I couldn't care less about what's appropriate or not. Besides, I had a

it a second thought, I pushed the door open wider and cautiously stepped inside, my eyes scanning the

my surprise, there was no sign of Jacob, but there on

'Was he in the...'

door creaked open, shattering

gasped, caught off guard, and spun

eyes made

air of mystery. And the most intriguing part of this whole image of Jacob standing before me was that he stood

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

that the face of

he asked, a sheer confusion etching his face, though I couldn't help but detect a subtle hint of something more as his tongue darted out to lick

naturally, my brain decided to take a vacation right at the most crucial

It was nearly impossible to focus on anything else with

give you these shirts." I finally

the bags in my hand, and recognition sparked

dad bought matching shirts for all his friends and family for tomorrow's party,"

"Your dad and his quirky habits. Even on my birthdays, he always brought

you. It was always me who had to struggle to help him pick something suitable." "So, all those gifts...you were the one behind them?" he

those gifts I chose for you, and if so, which one was your favourite..." I chuckled. But as our eyes locked and silence filled the room, tension began to

checking if any of

once again stirred feelings I

the top of the wardrobe and wiping

remained fixed on me, as if

the bags from my hand and placing them on

certainly hadn't expected him to try them

complain? Not at