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.

grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely

and

a mix of curiosity

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

enjoyable than the boring

know what I was up to," I whispered,

to drive, I must

mood had improved.

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

my smile, placing another peck

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

"It's not exactly the

at this point; he was

eyes focused on the road ahead as he

His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those

head, and I traced my nail along his jawline before moving down to his chest, feeling

he cleared his throat, his body tensing under my

stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing

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

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

now?" As

on to

I feigned innocence and pouted. "You don't

sane person would

to bite my lower lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it seemed that

with such utterly ridiculous nicknames, now you find it amusing. Incredible!" His jaw tensed,

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

was priceless. It was astonishing how easily I could get under this grown man's skin. "Okay, I'm sorry," I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a

a puzzled