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!"

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

to stop spreading false rumours. Jacob is not

laughed, amused, "If I were

wouldn't bother to sleep with

whole Jacob situation make you so

towards Jacob too obvious. And why shouldn't I be

begin, Nancy. He's 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

Jennie's voice echoed with shock,

he kissed me back. 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 all along that I had been obsessed with

cracked, as if she had been dropped

the chance to get close to him, and yet

"Shut up, Mason! I am not going to rape him, at

complete

all I could do was

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

about?" I asked, my confusion evident

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

smoothly until he abruptly

not talking about seduction, Evie. We're talking about something else entirely," Jennie smirked,

couldn't possibly

Hell, they definitely were!

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