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.

I was just

find it amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew that I couldn't tell Dad the truth. "Why don't you just keep your stupid questions

have the right to know what's going on with my daughter,"

out laughing, and I had to wrestle the

risk. If

on. I just had a good sleep. That's it!"

convincing, but

Just let me have my pancakes, I'm hungry!" I

relentless questioning made me nervous. Not only that, it triggered an annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my good mood was right beside me, and his lingering gaze made it nearly impossible to keep my face devoid of

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

again. Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't

you're hiding," he squinted his eyes

to God, if

how red she's

This man...

get on my nerves. He was playing it

this is about a boy..." Dad mused to himself, his suspicion

Jacob! You fucked this whole situation up for

I've found a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad

Jacob genuinely shocked by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his

his name?" Dad asked, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in my voice. I couldn't believe he failed to catch on, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking things too literally. I couldn't

I've actually said is the truth but somewhat opting for my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless, Dad was not supposed to question

supposed fling, you'd be

time Clara did me

let her get away this time," Dad retorted in a deadpan

I'm not answering them!" I glared at

your regular argument is now over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at Dad and then at me. His

frown, before pushing a can of orange juice my way. "Here, drink it.

throat felt

gaze as I took the can and gulped down the juice, but I couldn't help but notice the amusement written all

bed, causing him to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by

having so much fun when Dad was giving me a hard time, weren't you?" I accused,

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

his best friend is the man I've been involved with?" I asked, my voice

at his lips. "I know that revealing our

we?" I

his jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed

you in every way possible." He whispered into my ear causing

could not let him turn me on when I was here to teach him a