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!"

calm down," Jennie spoke, "Please, let's not

bimbo to stop spreading false

that doesn't give you a green light to jump into his bed," Mason laughed, amused, "If I were in your

sleep with that

on? Why does this whole Jacob situation make you

anger towards Jacob too obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That man had left me with no other

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.

He kissed you?" Jennie's voice echoed with shock, mirrored by

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

if she had been dropped from the top

dumb birch," Mason interjected, his voice dripping with disdain. "You kissed him, had the chance to get close to him, and yet

in disbelief, "Shut up, Mason! I am not going

a complete idiot," he

I could do was

true reason behind all of this," Jennie spoke up after what

about?" I asked, my

exchanged a meaningful glance before Nancy spoke up, "The beast is already

seducing him? Everything goes smoothly

Evie. We're talking about something

They couldn't possibly be

Hell, they definitely were!

You all know how gross I feel by the