My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 6 : A Dance With The seduction

Evelyn

As I scanned the bustling dance floor, my eyes followed the spirited movements of everyone, each finding their groove with partners and friends. But it was my dad and Clara who truly caught my attention, twirling and swaying at the heart of the floor. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

They looked absolutely adorable, and more importantly, my dad looked genuinely happy.

Since my mom left, my dad had endured countless hardships, yet he never wavered in his role as the perfect father. He was the epitome of what it meant to be a dedicated parent. I yearned for his happiness, and it was evident that Clara would be the one to ensure that infectious smile never faded from his face.

"Hey, Evelyn."

A deep, melodious voice shattered my trance, pulling me back to reality. I turned towards Jacob, who walked over and perched on the neighbouring stool, his eyes locking with mine, momentarily suspending time in its enchanting grasp.

Oh... hi!"

It took me a second to notice his attire, momentarily captivated by the way his red shirt accentuated his features. As always a few strategically undone buttons revealed a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest, and this sexy tattoo of his drew not only my attention but also the admiring gazes of numerous ladies.

Curving his lips into a small smile, Jacob inquired, "May I know what's bringing such joy to your face?"

I shifted my gaze to my dad and Clara, the smile on my face remained unyielding, "Nothing much. It's just that my dad has finally found someone who brings out the best in him. It makes me happy to see him genuinely joyful and loved."

"You love your dad a lot." It was not a question, instead, it was a remark that showed more admiration than anything else.

"He's all I have," I began, "But now, thankfully, I'm gaining Clara as a family too. And that means the world to me."

Curiosity tinged Jacob's voice as he probed, "You never talk about your mom. Why is that?"

The mention of my mother veered my mood in a different direction, causing the smile on my face to fade away.

Beneath the surface, the old grudges and anger stirred, threatening to break free. Yet, as always, I suppressed them, bearing the weight of those emotions within me.

"She's not my mother," I retorted, my words laced with bitterness. "Sure, she gave birth to me, but she was never there for me. My dad, on the other hand, has been the one taking care of me since I was five. If there is anyone who's always been by my side, that's my dad and I know he always will be." The sharpness in my tone conveyed that my harsh words were not directed at Jacob, who was well aware of it.

"I prefer not to dwell on those who left me long ago," I continued, my voice betraying a slight tremor. "Sometimes, it's better to cut certain people out of your life."

A heavy silence hung between us for a few moments, as I absentmindedly stared at the dance floor, at the shadows of the people dancing the evening away.

However, Jacob decided to break the silence soon.

"Red wine," he offered, extending a glass toward me. "Your favourite."

I blinked in surprise, my gaze shifting to the wine glass he presented.

"How did you know?" I asked, stunned by his keen observation.

smirk played at the

you knew Negroni is my favourite," he replied,

of the time I rescued him from the

stalk me too?" The words slipped from my mouth impulsively, regret instantly washing over

green eyes met mine, a

late to retract my

keep your mouth shut, for God's

I have caught you sneaking

wine escapades coloured my cheeks

awake, stealing away

he hadn't heard any of the

"Hey, handsome."

the approaching figure a woman encased in pink plastic rather than a dress, none other than Gloria, the nastiest bitch of all time. She stood far too close to

and in his body language

Miss Gloria," he

one of her overly long nails along the side of Jacob's face, a gesture that made

This fucking bitch!

across Jacob's face, mirroring my own rising anger as I witnessed this woman shamelessly pursuing him, seemingly determined to

I seethed, my teeth grinding

had the audacity to speak back, "Well... can my husband be seen

have erased any semblance of shame

but that ring on your finger certainly can be," I retorted, my desire to slap her intensifying, though I had to settle for verbal retaliation. "So,

little girl, what we grown-ups do is none of your business. Okay?" she slurred, clearly intoxicated to the point where she might end up

go, it can no longer be seen." Her brazen display of defiance only

of insanity,

to seize her chance with Jacob. Bloody hell, I was dangerously close to pummeling her to a pulp. Just as I was about to unleash all the curse words in my vocabulary upon her, Jacob gently took hold of my hand, offering me a small smile. Beneath that smile, I sensed his plea-to avoid creating a scene. "Let's find another place to sit, Evelyn," he suggested, standing up and guiding me away from the toxic

reached out, attempting to grab Jacob's hand. That was the final straw

positioned myself between them, blocking her

I spat, "Now, before I toss you out of this party for causing

defiantly over her chest. "He didn't say that

tone harsh and annoyance

couldn't help but notice the shock that flickered across her face. It seemed she couldn't fathom

watch her face turn different shades, "And as for the dance, he has already promised it to me. Better

time I laid eyes on her, my blood boiled, raising the temperature of my indignation by a hundred degrees. From this moment on, I had

breath, as I absentmindedly placed Jacob's hands on my waist, my own finding their place on

anger! I couldn't even realize what I was doing. Getting those enticing hands on me? A big no for the last

and to my surprise, his

"What's so funny?"

very easily,"