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.

my eyes, feigning annoyance on my face. The underlying excitement remained

the room, passing through the long corridor until I reached Jacob

many dirty imaginations to stir awake. Well, the ideas they were conjuring up weren't half bad, they were kinda... Evelyn

away and yanked myself out of the daydreams before I finally knocked

no answer from the other

What was he doing?

door was not locked

I found myself contemplating whether I should take a peek inside the room or not. It wasn't as if my intentions were entirely impure. Or maybe they could be... Damn

out, knocking on his door once

not in the

in a moment of impulse, I decided to do the most logical thing that came to mind-yes, anyone

was no sign of anyone in

Should I go inside?

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

door open wider and cautiously stepped inside, my eyes

on the bed lay a pair of trousers and a plain black

'Was he in the...'

thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, shattering the silence, and Jacob's voice pierced through the

caught off guard, and spun

my eyes made me wish

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

know if I was going to faint or lose

existence had I imagined that the face of a

etching his face, though I couldn't help but detect a subtle

decided to

nearly impossible to focus on anything else with him

came to give you these shirts."

the bags in my hand, and recognition

tomorrow's party," I

and his quirky habits. Even on my birthdays, he always brought two sizes, just in case

managed to choose the right gifts for you. It was always me who had

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 one was your favourite..." I chuckled. But as our eyes locked and silence filled the room, tension began to build, and I found myself

mind checking if any

gaze once again stirred feelings I knew I

top of

fixed on me, as if

he said, taking the bags from my hand and placing them on the bed before he pulled

I certainly hadn't expected him to try them on right in front of

complain? Not