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.

several times, trying to grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to

unbuckled my seatbelt and set my phone

at me, a mix of

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

far more enjoyable than the

was up to," I whispered, planting

must admit," he chuckled. "But I

his mood had improved. That's exactly what

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

contain my smile, placing another peck on his lips,

calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of distaste

he shrugged. "It's not exactly the kind of compliment most

this point; he was truly something else. "Then what

eyes focused on the road ahead as he

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

you?" A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I traced my nail along his jawline before moving

his throat, his

blue veins on his arms and neck stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing

have a few options for you-Dog, Cat, Monkey, Gorilla, Zebra, Crocodile, Hippo. You can choose any of these to be

his expression said the words he hadn't yet

fucking kidding me right now?"

Hold on to

They're such lovely names," I feigned innocence and pouted. "You don't

person would ever appreciate those,"

to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along

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

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

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

my brow, a puzzled expression on my