My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 26 No Resistance

Jacob

As I watched her walk out of the hall, a sudden wave of unrest washed over me. It was so damn hard, sitting there and trying to find an excuse to go after her. I was fucked up in more ways than one.

I knew she was struggling. It wasn't easy for her to simply forget everything and act normal. Samuel, being more mature and having experienced the world to a greater extent, could perhaps let go of his past and not care as much. But for Evelyn, it wasn't that simple. Her entire childhood had been shaped by her mother's absence, and she had adapted by learning to despise her presence.

I had witnessed her struggle to accept the notion of letting go, to release the grudges that had caused so many obstacles in her life. But it was true that she needed time.

We couldn't expect her to suddenly be okay and return to normal overnight.

On the other hand, As Evelyn made her exit, all the colours vanished from Danica's face. I could see the desperate need in her eyes to have a conversation with her daughter. She longed to reach out to Evelyn, to bridge the gap that had formed between them. Perhaps Evelyn wasn't fully aware of what had transpired between Danica and Samuel all those years ago.

Even if she was, it would have been difficult for an eight-year-old to comprehend the complexities of a relationship and the reasons behind growing apart.

"Um... shall I?" I cleared my throat, gesturing with my index finger towards the exit. I hoped that my message would be understood without me having to explain further, as my own legs were already primed to follow in that direction.

I wanted my Evelyn to be close to me again. The last thing I wanted was to leave her alone in the midst of such a difficult situation.

"Yes, please," Clara spoke up before Samuel could say a word.

Before I had the chance to say anything else in response, I found myself rushing out of the hall with great speed.

My sudden movement might have seemed suspicious, but at that moment, it was the least of my concerns. Every fibre of my being was consumed by thoughts of Evelyn, and what made it even more complicated? She was my best friend's daughter.

It took me mere seconds to spot her, her long dark hair gently swaying in the breeze near the pool area. She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed upon the clouds in the sky, as if she didn't truly belong in this place. Even from the distance between us, I could sense the distant expression on her face.

Without hesitation, I walked up to her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around. Our chests collided, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

"You know what?" I said, pressing her gently against me. "Someday, you're going to be the reason for my heart attack."

her eyes as she looked

myself, "You are driving me nuts, damn woman. You are making me crazy and

my chest, passing me a message to stop

us,"

I smashed

push me away for a while before she stopped her attempts and eventually gave in, allowing me to slide my tongue into

She was like a drug, addicting to the point where

the press of her curves against me, and her heart beating against my chest. Yes, she held absolute power over me- She could bloody destroy me and yet I wouldn't

matter if it meant that I had to turn the entire world upside down to be with her. I just knew, I'd

*****

Evelyn

worked like magic, instantly lifting my spirits and leaving a permanent smile etched on my face since morning. Not only did it improve my mood, but it also had a ripple effect on my father, easing

were mysteriously absent for now, possibly due to two possible scenarios. One:

doing nasty in one of

dear Jacob seemed to relish keeping me

Well, forget it!

now, I immersed myself in the atmosphere of the party, savouring every moment like everyone else. Jacob stood across from me, casually leaning against the bar, strategically positioned to give

conflicting emotions. This allowed me to fully indulge in the present and relish the possibilities that

had already taken a scandalous turn, venturing into territory not suitable for polite conversation. My mind was filled with a plethora of explicit fantasies, each one more tantalising than the last. But amidst the barrage of lustful thoughts, one, in particular, drove me to the brink of

nothing more than to straddle it. Just the idea alone

his eyes, piece by piece, sending shivers down my

wasn't wearing anything special; it was a simple yet elegant short red dress with an open back and delicate spaghetti straps. It gracefully accentuated my curves and overall figure. Although I had considered wearing something more revealing to tempt Jacob, I decided against it, aware of the potential risks. Unexpectedly, however, this dress seemed to captivate his attention, as if he could see right through it, and I sensed an untamed desire brewing within him,

I slowly turned around, sweeping

growl reverberating in his chest. Perhaps this mere distance was not enough to wither the invisible connection that'd progressed more than any of us

wine, knowing that my dad was too preoccupied with attending to the guests to notice me. It always amazed me how well he knew

to see Jack

Jack," I greeted

that wine? Be careful, Samuel would have a fit

metal edge of the bar. My gaze involuntarily shifted to Jacob, but his intense stare remained fixed, as if he were completely unaware of Jack's