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.

just asking,"

hand. Well, of course, he would find it amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew that I

know what's going on with my daughter,"

out laughing, and I had to wrestle

his suspicion wasn't a risk. If

sleep. That's it!"

convincing, but

don't care! Just let me

made me nervous. Not only that, it triggered an annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my

effect Jacob had on me, yet

resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him so well, I knew he

must be something you're hiding," he squinted his eyes at

to God, if

leave the poor girl alone," Jacob chuckled, coming to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?" He

This man...

get on my

about a boy..." Dad mused to himself,

You fucked this whole situation

flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown settled on his face. "Do you want to know

by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his eyes as

believe he failed to catch on, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking things

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

of finding out the identity of my supposed fling, you'd be able to

to come back with a response, but this time Clara

get away this time," Dad retorted in

I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping

I think the fifteen-minute duration of your regular argument is now over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at Dad and

at me, still wearing a frown, before pushing a can of orange juice my way. "Here, drink it. You sound like

throat felt as dry as

and gulped down the

climbed onto his bed, causing him to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by my sudden visit to his room at this hour. What

time, weren't

mischievous glint in his eyes. "Samuel wasn't bluffing. What he said

told him the truth, that his best friend is the man I've been involved with?" I asked, my voice low

smirk tugged at his lips. "I know that revealing

I quirked an

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

makes me want to claim you in every way possible." He whispered into my ear causing

him turn me on when