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

false rumours. Jacob is

a green light to jump into his bed," Mason laughed, amused, "If I were in your shoes, I would have made him mine within days, but

to sleep with that

going on? Why does this whole

too obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That man had left me with

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

Jennie's voice echoed with shock, mirrored

But then, 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

voice cracked, as if she had been dropped from the top

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

up, Mason! I

complete idiot,"

do was shoot him

the true reason behind all of this," Jennie spoke up after what felt like an eternity

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

spoke up, "The beast is already

Everything goes smoothly until he abruptly

We're talking about something else entirely," Jennie smirked, her gaze shifting towards

couldn't possibly

Hell, they definitely were!

the lovey-dovey stuff with a girl!" Mason almost shouted, breaking free from