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

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

the right to know what's going on with my daughter," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's my

had to wrestle the smile

mean his suspicion wasn't a risk. If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and

sleep. That's it!" I emphasised,

convincing, but still not

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

reason behind my good mood

Jacob had on me, yet

his mouth once again. Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't going to let it slide so

his eyes at me as

to God, if you don't

you see how red she's gotten?" He shot me

This man...

to get on my nerves. He was

is about a boy..." Dad

Jacob! You fucked this whole situation

it isn't. It's about a man. I've found a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic

eye, I could see Jacob genuinely shocked by my

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

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

intrigued with the idea of finding out the identity of my supposed fling, you'd be able to solve the puzzle on your own," I

response, but this time Clara did me the favour of

away this time," Dad retorted in a deadpan

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

of your regular argument is now over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at

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

was right. My throat felt as dry as a

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

his bare chest as I 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 better moment to come here

was giving me a hard time,

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

man I've been involved with?" I asked, my voice low and threatening. "Tell me, do you honestly think he

his lips. "I know that revealing our relationship is the last thing

I

advantage of my loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed with his

yours, little girl. It makes me want to claim you in every way possible." He

I could not let him turn me on when I