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.

the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to what he

and

he glanced at me, a

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.

enjoyable

I whispered, planting a gentle kiss on

I must admit," he

improved. That's exactly what I

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

my smile, placing another

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,

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

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

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

a jawline that could cut glass,

my nail along his jawline

it?" he cleared his throat, his body tensing under my

his arms and neck stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing

Hippo. You can choose any of

expression said the words he hadn't yet

right now?" As expected, he asked me

Hold on to it for

They're such lovely names," I feigned innocence and pouted. "You

any sane person would ever appreciate

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

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

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

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

I furrowed my brow, a puzzled expression on