My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 20 Can't Get Enough

Evelyn

Slipping into a pair of sleek black denim shorts, a fiery red crop top, and crisp white sneakers, I tiptoed out of my room, defying my natural clumsiness. Each step I took was a silent ballet, a delicate dance of caution.

Finally, I emerged from the mansion's confines, and there it was: Jacob's car, parked in the driveway like a beacon of anticipation. The headlights glowed, a signal that he was waiting for me.

A smile automatically spread across my lips, and I dashed toward his car, feeling like a silly kid. The excitement I felt was indescribable. It puzzled me why something as simple as going out at night, which I had done countless times before, now felt so different.

The reason was Jacob.

As I neared the car, he opened the door from the inside, flashing me a grin. "Get in."

"I didn't think you'd be so punctual," I commented, climbing into his sleek Benz and closing the door with a thud.

The black vehicle was simply breathtaking, but then again, when you've spent over a quarter of a million on a car, it's almost impossible not to be fascinated.

"Being punctual is important," he said, leaning in to fasten my seatbelt, a detail I hadn't deemed necessary. "Especially for men. Otherwise, accidents can happen."

"Accidents?" I asked, puzzled. But then, as his smirk became evident and he pulled away, the meaning behind his words became clear.

"Such a dog," I chuckled, playfully hitting his bicep, making sure not to hurt myself against his steel-like muscles.

"Ouch, that hurt," he hissed, his acting skills commendable, yet not enough to deceive me entirely.

"Oh, shut up! Those biceps could easily be mistaken for rocks," I scoffed. "It would take a hundred Evelyns to actually cause any damage to you."

"

"If executed precisely, only one could be enough, Evelyn," he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he started the car and accelerated onto the open road. "Anyway, tell me where you'd like to go?" My mind barely registered his question, fixating instead on the first part of his statement.

meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to what he said than met the

and set

doing?" he glanced at me, a mix of curiosity and

a word, I moved closer to him, manoeuvring myself onto his lap. He made room for me by shifting his left hand behind my waist and gripping the steering wheel with his other hand. Finally, I settled comfortably, placing my legs on the seat I had previously occupied and wrapping my

more enjoyable than

I whispered, planting a

must admit," he chuckled. "But

his mood had improved. That's

have any intention of questioning him about why he had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing I wanted was to ruin

cute," I couldn't contain my smile, placing another peck on his

me a dog, then you hit me, and now you're calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of

he shrugged. "It's not exactly the kind

laughter at this point; he was truly something

else, just not that particular word," he replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he concentrated on

was devilishly handsome. His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of him could set my heart racing within

mischievous idea popped into my head, and I traced my nail along

cleared his throat, his body tensing

out momentarily, momentarily capturing my attention. However,

a few options for you-Dog, Cat, Monkey, Gorilla, Zebra, Crocodile, Hippo. You

and his expression

you fucking kidding me right now?" As expected, he

to it

I feigned innocence and pouted. "You don't like

don't think any sane person would ever appreciate those,"

had to bite my lower lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it seemed

such utterly ridiculous nicknames, now you find it amusing. Incredible!"

my laughter any longer. It burst out of me, and I

astonishing how easily I could get under this grown man's skin. "Okay, I'm sorry," I managed to say amidst my

I furrowed my brow, a puzzled