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.

played at the corners of

is my favourite," he replied, a hint of mischief

the time I rescued him from the clutches of

slipped from

met mine, a flicker

too late to retract

Evelyn! Why couldn't you keep your

it with a chuckle, opting to brush it off. "But I have caught you

mention of my late-night wine escapades coloured my

picnics, there were nights when I would stay awake,

to fantasies involving Jacob Adriano, though I desperately hoped he hadn't heard any of the embarrassing sounds I

"Hey, handsome."

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 Jacob, invading his personal

etched across Jacob's face and in his body language as he instinctively moved away from her

Gloria," he awkwardly

along the side of Jacob's face, a gesture that made my skin

This fucking bitch!

face, mirroring my own rising anger as I witnessed this woman shamelessly pursuing him, seemingly determined to get

woman, Gloria," I seethed, my teeth grinding together

back, "Well... can my husband be seen anywhere

erased any semblance of shame she possessed. Although I highly doubted

certainly can be," I retorted, my desire to slap her intensifying, though I had to settle for verbal retaliation. "So, I suggest you stop acting like a

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

it into her purse, "There you go, it can no longer be seen." Her brazen display of defiance only fueled my anger further, but

of insanity,

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

have a dance," She brazenly reached out, attempting to grab Jacob's hand. That was the

myself between them,

fucking understand that he is not interested in you?" I spat, "Now, before I toss you out of this

over her

it from my mouth will put an end to this, then yes," Jacob interjected, his tone harsh and annoyance etched across his face.

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

turn different shades, "And as for the dance, he has already promised it to me. Better luck next time." With that, I firmly grasped Jacob's

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

absentmindedly placed Jacob's

those enticing hands on me? A big no for the last few drops of

to Jacob after a few moments, and to

"What's so funny?"

get angry very easily," he