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.

trying to grasp the underlying meaning

and set

glanced at me, a mix of curiosity and perplexity in 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 arms around

enjoyable

know what I was up to," I whispered,

drive, I must admit," he chuckled. "But I can't really

his mood had improved.

seemed distant. The

my smile, placing another peck on his lips, and

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

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

laughter at this point; he was truly something else. "Then what kind of

word," he replied, his eyes focused on

green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of him could set my heart racing within a

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

it?" he cleared his throat, his body

on his arms and neck stood out momentarily,

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

snapped to me instantly, and his expression said

now?" As

Evelyn. Hold on to it

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

any sane person would ever appreciate those," he

threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little

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

was it. I couldn't contain my laughter any longer. It burst out of me, and I covered my mouth as

sorry," I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I couldn't resist." "Apology not

brow, a puzzled