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 asking,"

amusing because he knew the truth, and he also

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

to wrestle

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

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

convincing, but still not

I don't care! Just let me have

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

had on me, yet paradoxically, I

couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him

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

swear to God, if you don't stop

how red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance, a mischievous smirk tugging at the

This man...

how to get on my

Dad mused to himself,

You fucked this whole situation up for

very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad

corner of my eye, I could see Jacob genuinely shocked by my response, yet

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 believe that he failed to catch the sarcasm in my

truth but somewhat opting for my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless, Dad

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

this time Clara did me the favour

her get away this

dumb questions to yourself. I'm not answering them!"

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

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

right. My throat felt as dry as

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

a thud, clearly surprised

when Dad was giving me a hard time, weren't you?" I accused, gripping his jaw

it," he laughed at my expression, a mischievous

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

that revealing our relationship is the last thing you

I quirked

jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed

to claim you in every way possible." He whispered into

turn me on when