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

unbuckled my seatbelt and set my phone

me, a mix of curiosity and perplexity

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,

far more enjoyable than

up to," I whispered, planting a

isn't the safest way to drive, I must admit," he chuckled. "But

his mood had improved. That's exactly

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

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

face displayed a hint of distaste as he mentioned the word 'cute.' "You're being unfair." "Wait, you

he shrugged. "It's not exactly the

point; he was truly something else. "Then what kind of compliment

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

had to admit, this man was devilishly handsome. His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those

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

it?" he cleared his throat, his body

neck stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing

Crocodile, Hippo. You

to me instantly, and his expression said the words he hadn't yet uttered-What the

right now?" As expected, he asked

on to it for a

feigned innocence and pouted. "You don't

any sane person would ever appreciate those," he

to escape. I wanted to

with such utterly ridiculous nicknames, now you find it amusing.

It burst out of me, and I covered my mouth as

I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a kiss on his cheek.

a puzzled