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!"

let's just calm down," Jennie spoke, "Please, let's not fight over this, for God's

this bimbo to stop spreading false

bed," Mason laughed, amused, "If I were in your shoes, I would have made him mine within days, but here you are,

wouldn't bother to sleep with that insufferable

on? Why does this whole Jacob situation make you so furious?" Nancy

made my anger towards Jacob too obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That

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

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

telling me in ten different ways that it was all wrong. And

had been

and yet you couldn't seal the deal? How hard could it be to

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

a complete

response, all I could do was shoot

behind all of this," Jennie

about?" I asked, my confusion evident on my

and Nancy exchanged a meaningful glance before Nancy spoke up, "The beast is already out of its cage; all it

think I haven't tried seducing him? Everything goes smoothly

about something else entirely," Jennie

couldn't possibly

Hell, they definitely were!

how gross I feel by the lovey-dovey stuff