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.

I blinked several times, trying to grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was

my seatbelt and set

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

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

more enjoyable than the boring

up to," I whispered,

I must admit," he chuckled. "But

improved. That's exactly what

he had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this beautiful moment we were

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

calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of distaste as he mentioned the word 'cute.' "You're being unfair." "Wait, you consider 'cute' as an insult?" I gazed at him, disbelief evident in my

exactly the kind

laughter at this point; he was truly something else.

else, just not that particular word," he replied, his eyes focused

that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of

traced my nail along

throat, his body tensing

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

Gorilla, Zebra, Crocodile, Hippo. You can choose any of these to be your nickname," I

snapped to me instantly, and his expression said the words he hadn't yet

you fucking kidding me right now?" As

Hold on to it for

names," I feigned

don't think any sane person would

the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it

now you find

my laughter any longer. It burst out of me, and I covered my mouth as I did

this grown man's skin. "Okay, I'm sorry," I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I couldn't

a puzzled expression on my