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.

barely noticeable smirk played at the corners

my favourite," he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his

rescued him from the clutches of the insidious

me too?" The words slipped from my

green eyes met mine, a flicker passing through

too late to

keep

it off. "But I have caught you sneaking away with bottles of wine late at night,

of my late-night wine escapades coloured my cheeks with

picnics, there were nights when I would stay awake, stealing away

though I desperately hoped he hadn't heard any

"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

body language as he

Miss Gloria," he

extremely... delicious today," she purred, trailing one of her overly long nails along the side of Jacob's face, a gesture that made

This fucking bitch!

own rising anger as I witnessed this woman shamelessly pursuing him, seemingly determined

I seethed, my teeth grinding together in

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

alcohol must have erased any semblance of shame she

her intensifying, though I had to settle for verbal retaliation. "So, I suggest

none of your business. Okay?" she slurred, clearly intoxicated to the point where she might end up getting herself beaten; By me

if you have such a problem with this ring," she sneered, removing the ring from her finger and carelessly tossing it into her purse, "There you go, it can

of

was about to unleash all the curse words in my

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

between them,

is not interested in you?" I spat, "Now, before I toss you out of this party

over her chest. "He didn't say

hearing it from my mouth will put an end to this, then yes," Jacob interjected, his tone harsh and annoyance etched across his face. "I am not interested in you, and I have better things

weight of my insult sank in, I couldn't help but notice the shock that flickered across her face. It seemed she couldn't fathom being rejected

for the dance, he has already promised it

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

Jacob's hands on my waist, my own finding their place on his

my anger! I couldn't even realize what I was doing. Getting those enticing hands on

after a few moments, and to my surprise, his face was adorned with an

"What's so funny?"

get angry very easily,"