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.

meaning behind his words. There was definitely

and set my phone

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

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

far more enjoyable

I whispered, planting

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

improved. That's exactly what

had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing I wanted was

smile, placing another peck on his lips,

a dog, then you hit me, and now you're 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

shrugged. "It's not exactly the

point; he was truly something

he replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead

was devilishly handsome. His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of him could set my heart

A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I traced my nail along his jawline before moving down to his chest, feeling the fabric beneath my touch.

his throat,

momentarily,

have a few options for you-Dog, Cat, Monkey, Gorilla, Zebra, Crocodile, Hippo. You can choose

and his expression said the words he hadn't yet

fucking kidding me right now?" As

on to it for

I feigned innocence

sane person would ever appreciate those," he

escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it seemed

you find it amusing.

my laughter any longer. It burst out of

astonishing how easily I could get under this grown man's skin. "Okay, I'm sorry," I

my brow, a puzzled expression on my