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.

and I blinked several times, trying to grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to what he said

and set my phone

glanced at me, a mix of curiosity and perplexity in

for me by shifting his left hand behind my waist and gripping the

far more enjoyable than the

up to," I whispered, planting

drive, I must admit," he chuckled. "But I

improved. That's exactly

why he had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing

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

you called me a dog, then you hit me, and now you're calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of distaste as he mentioned the word 'cute.' "You're being unfair."

"It's not exactly the

my laughter at this point; he was truly something else. "Then

eyes focused on the road ahead as he concentrated on

a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the

about I come up with a nickname for you?" A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I traced my nail along his

it?" he cleared his throat, his body

his arms and neck stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing my attention. However, my plan went

Crocodile, Hippo. You can choose any of these to

his expression said the words

fucking kidding me right now?" As expected, he

laugh, Evelyn. Hold on to it for a bit

lovely names," I feigned innocence and pouted. "You

don't think any sane person would

lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it seemed that wasn't going to be

nicknames, now you find it amusing. Incredible!" His jaw tensed,

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

"Okay, I'm sorry," I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a

brow, a puzzled expression on