My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 22 Two Types Of Tension

Evelyn

"So...Clara, can I ask you something?"

"Oh, since when did you start acting so formal?" She burst into laughter. "What happened? Do you have a fever or something?"

I sighed, feigning sadness. "I don't get you or Dad. Even when I try to be nice, it's always a problem."

"Enough, drama queen," Clara chuckled. "Ask me what you want to know."

A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned in, adjusting my chair to ensure she heard me clearly. "By any chance, do you think Jacob has been through a heartbreak or something?"

"What?" Confusion etched upon her face, "Where's this coming from?"

"I am just curious, you know," I tried to keep my curiosity subtle.

"And why are you suddenly curious?" She asked skeptically.

"Well, it's just that he sometimes seems like a lone soul," I laughed, though it came out sounding nervous. "So, I got curious."

She paused for a moment, as if recollecting her memories in one place. "I'm not entirely sure, but I heard from your Dad that he had a serious relationship in the past. After it ended on a bad note, he never pursued relationships again."

"What else do you know?"

"That's all I know. Every time I asked your Dad, he said it's a long story," She shrugged. "Besides, this wedding is the only event where I've seen Jacob, so I haven't had the curiosity to pester Samuel further. Although hearing a little story would have been interesting, you know, your dad can be so boring sometimes."

"Oh, I see," I replied before shifting my focus back to the plate full of pancakes drowning in chocolate syrup that Clara had made for me.

So...Jacob went through a heartbreak.

A few minutes passed as I delved deeper into my thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of the chair beside me being pulled interrupted my contemplation.

"Hello, ladies," Jacob's face greeted my view as he sat beside me; Dad followed suit, taking the chair beside Clara across from us.

"I must say, you look in a really good mood today." There was a hint of suspicion in his voice, causing me to drop my fork onto the plate.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? If I'm in a bad mood, you have a problem, and if I'm not in a good mood, you still have a problem!"

"No, my problem is that you've started having these odd mood swings all of a sudden." He quirked an eyebrow. "Is this about any guy?"

My cheeks burned red, and my eyes widened in shock. "Dad!" Disbelief screamed through my voice.

was just asking," he shrugged

could see Jacob trying to hide his laughter behind his hand. Well, of course, he would find it amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew that I couldn't tell Dad the truth. "Why don't you

going on with my daughter," he said, crossing his arms over his

wrestle the smile

a risk. If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and I would

a good sleep. That's it!" I emphasised, hoping to end

convincing, but still

Just let me have my pancakes,

annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my good mood was right

the effect Jacob had on me, yet paradoxically, I loved it

couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't

squinted his eyes at me as

swear to God,

red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance, a

This man...

to get on my nerves. He was playing it

this is about a boy..." Dad

fucked this

and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown

of my eye, I could see Jacob genuinely shocked by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his eyes as

but I suppose I

what I've actually said is the truth but somewhat opting for my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless,

of my supposed fling, you'd be able to solve the puzzle on

ready to come back with a response, but this time Clara did

help won't let her get away this time," Dad retorted in a

your dumb questions to yourself. I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping

over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at Dad and then at me. His gaze lingered on me

still wearing a frown, before pushing a can of orange juice my way.

was right. My throat felt as

the juice, but I couldn't help but notice the amusement written

pushed at his bare chest as I climbed onto his bed, causing him to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by my sudden

hard time, weren't you?" I accused, gripping his jaw and leaning closer to his

couldn't help it," he laughed at my expression, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Samuel wasn't bluffing. What he said was

do you think would have happened if I had told him the truth, that his best friend is the man

at his lips. "I know that revealing our

I quirked

you too well," He took advantage of my loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed with his hands on my hips and my legs

of yours, little girl. It makes me want to claim you in every way

I could not let him turn me on when I