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,"

corner of my eye, I could 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

my daughter," he

out laughing, and I had to wrestle the smile that

cute, but that didn't mean his suspicion wasn't a risk. If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and I would be in deep

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

but still not

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

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

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

Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't going to let it slide

hiding," he squinted his eyes at

to God,

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

This man...

get on my nerves.

is about a boy..." Dad

Jacob! You fucked this whole situation up for

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

could see Jacob genuinely shocked by my response, yet there was

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

but somewhat opting for my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless, Dad

since 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,"

back with a response, but this time Clara did me the favour of

won't let her get away this time,"

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

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

can of orange juice my way. "Here, drink it.

My throat felt as dry

gulped down the juice, but I couldn't

to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by

was giving me a hard time, weren't you?" I accused, gripping his jaw and leaning closer to his

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

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

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

I quirked an

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

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

not let him turn me on