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

amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew

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

wrestle the smile that

If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and

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

convincing, but still

I don't care! Just let me have my pancakes, I'm hungry!"

blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind

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

him so well, I knew

you're hiding," he squinted his eyes at me as if examining a

to God, if you don't stop

Jacob chuckled, coming to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance,

This man...

my nerves. He was playing it

Dad mused

done, Jacob! You fucked this whole situation

a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown settled on his face. "Do you

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

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

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

you're so 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

with a response, but this time Clara did me the favour of shutting his mouth.

let her get away this time," Dad retorted

yourself. I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping into my

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

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

My throat felt as dry

the juice, but I

pushed at 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

when Dad was giving me a hard time, weren't you?"

I couldn't help it," he laughed at my expression, a mischievous glint in his

the man I've been involved with?" I

that revealing our

we?" I quirked

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

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

damn! I could not let him turn me on when I was here to