My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 9 : A Plan

Evelyn

"Finally you all got time to come," I said as Jennie, Nancy, and Mason entered my room, their hands filled with shopping bags.

These dorks will never change!

"Oh, come on, Evelyn," Jennie plopped down beside me on the bed, "It's not our fault your dad's wedding turned into a destination extravaganza. We had to finish our assignments early just to get our leave approved."

"Sure, blame it on me. It's not like any of you take your studies seriously," I retorted.

"Enough with the lecture," Nancy said, collapsing on the other side of the bed, "You're hardly one to talk. You spend all day daydreaming about your dad's hot Italian best friend." They all burst into laughter. "Just spare me and drop the subject of that headache," I groaned.

"Wait, I see you've given him a new name," Jennie interjected, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Something must have happened."

"We can discuss your forbidden uncle later, Eve. But first, here's a little something to spice up your evening," Mason nonchalantly tossed a bag in my direction, and it landed squarely on my face.

It wasn't just the bag hitting me that infuriated me; it was the way he referred to Jacob that truly got under my skin.

Uncle? What the hell!

"Don't you dare call him my uncle! He's not!"

"I know you wish he weren't, but let's be fair here. He's practically family, considering how close he and your dad are. They have been best buddies, like brothers for as long as I can remember. And Jacob? Well, he's practically family to all of you. So, technically, he is your uncle, isn't he?" A smirk crept across his lips, revealing his deliberate provocation.

"No, he is not!"

spoke, "Please, let's not fight over this,

false rumours. Jacob is not

laughed, amused, "If I were in your shoes, I would have made him mine within days, but here you are, years later, still unable to

sleep with that insufferable

this whole

obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That man had left me with no

just a constant source of headaches!" I groaned, frustration seeping into my voice. "One moment he acts as though he desires me, and the next he plays the role of a saint, trapped by some damn rules, unable to touch his best friend's daughter. And the fun part? He's already kissed me, and

voice echoed with shock, mirrored by the astonishment

he completely transformed into a different person, telling me in ten different ways that it was all wrong. And you know what's the most ironic part of it all? He knew all along that I had been obsessed with him from

if she had been dropped from the top of a

interjected, his voice dripping with disdain. "You kissed him, had the chance to get close to him, and yet you couldn't seal the deal? How hard could it be to lure him into your room and take it from there? It was damn easy to

disbelief, "Shut up, Mason!

a complete

do was shoot him a

behind all of this," Jennie spoke up after

are you talking about?" I asked, my confusion evident on

before Nancy spoke up, "The beast is already out of its cage; all

tried seducing him? Everything goes smoothly until

seduction, Evie. We're talking about something else entirely," Jennie

couldn't possibly

Hell, they definitely were!

I refuse to do this. You all know how gross I feel by the lovey-dovey stuff with a girl!"