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!"

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

bimbo to stop spreading false rumours.

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

wouldn't bother to sleep with

on? Why does this whole Jacob situation make you so

towards Jacob too obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That man had

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 it was far more

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

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

if she had been dropped from the

Mason 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

looked at him in disbelief, "Shut up, Mason!

complete idiot," he

I could do was shoot him a withering

this," Jennie spoke up after what felt

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

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

I haven't tried seducing him? Everything goes smoothly until he abruptly sabotages it just

about something else entirely,"

no... They couldn't

Hell, they definitely were!

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