My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 36 Rendezvous In Secrecy

Evelyn

"Whoa, is this yours?" I asked, my eyes locked onto the sleek motor yacht resting gracefully at the marina. It was beautiful. Having ventured on numerous yacht tours due to my father's unwavering affection for coastal areas, I thought I had seen it all. But this vessel was a real beauty.

"No, it's not mine. If you want to see mine, you'll have to accompany me to Italy," he replied, his fingers intertwining with mine as he guided me aboard, "However, for tonight, it belongs to us. I've arranged for its booking."

"Wow, it's absolutely stunning," I marveled, stepping inside, "I've never come across anything quite this beautiful."

"Hey, my yachts are even better," he chuckled, walking towards the bridge, "This was the closest match I could find here."

"Sure thing," I rolled my eyes, trying to get on his nerves as usual, "You talk a big game. I bet your taste isn't that great."

"Careful now, young lady," he said with a sudden change in tone, grabbing my jaw and gently pressing me against the wall. His eyes held a challenge, but there was a hint of amusement as well, like he knew exactly what I was up to, yet opted for the chance to intimidate me.

Holy shit!

His other hand reached out, fingers toying with the hem of my top, "You should already know how good my taste is," he whispered, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Don't you see yourself in the mirror? What a shame!"

My heart raced, and a subtle blush warmed my cheeks as I tried to stifle a smile, "I'm not falling for your tricks. You can save them for someone else."

He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, but you've already fallen, my love. In fact, it happened a long time ago."

I parted my lips, intending to respond, but, unfortunately, no words emerged.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He grinned, leaning in to pepper my face with kisses. His lips danced from my cheeks to my chin and then my nose. "Hey, cut it out."

"Why? Is someone ticklish?"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he challenged me, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He leaned in again, this time trailing kisses down my throat.

A gasp escaped my lips as my breath quickened. He held me closer, teasing and playfully nipping at my skin, leaving his marks behind.

"We're going to be late..." I managed to breathe out, my voice tinged with a mix of urgency and reluctance. "You mentioned it's a long journey."

I could feel his reluctance to stop, but eventually, he relented, "Unfortunately, you're right," he sighed, his nose tracing a gentle path along my cheek, "We have to return early, or else your dad will go crazy, and now that your mother's here, she'll be concerned too."

Suddenly a thought hit my mind at the mention of my mother.

That day when she came....Jacob told me a story- one that had quite a different narrative than today's one

have something to

"What is it?"

story- your mum died the day you were born," I began, "And today you said something different, I can for sure say that, today's one

lied to me back then?!" My

a lie. My emotions were genuine," he responded, clearing his throat and nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Jacob... you..."

he hastily moved to start the yacht's engine, "We can talk about this

talking about now, " And I followed

***

me long enough to forgive Jacob for his stupid lies. We had made

the island in

sky above it like scattered glitter, casting a mesmerizing glow. The weather was remarkably pleasant, with gentle breezes caressing my skin as if in a delicate embrace. The moon hung in the sky like a polished silver plate- This was the first time I had been so fascinated

almost as if something within me has shifted. Was it the serene

he spoke from behind me, his arms enveloping me as he rested

one? It seems more secluded than

the next three months,

My jaw practically hit the

has been a long-term project of mine, and it's actually personal. It's not just another real estate venture;

I lifted my arms, encircling my hands around his neck, "I can understand you, Jacob. There was a moment in my life when I experienced a similar sentiment." A hint of confusion creased his brow, but he couldn't help but smile as he noticed the playful glint in my eyes, a

might you mean by that,

the smile that now spread across my

side of his face before trailing downward, reaching his chest where I pressed my hand, "there's a man, an Italian man who also happens to be my dad's best friend, unfortunately. The same feeling you have about this island, I

smile was evident as he drew me closer, his hands finding their place around my waist, effectively closing the gap

shook my head, "That 'old thing' tends to keep to himself,

an eyebrow, leaning in closer to my face, "Seems like you're getting out of bounds,

laugh escaped my lips, "Yet here you are, taking advantage of an innocent flower like me. You're quite the

himself, as his eyes widened, "And here I am, the cruel old man?" His lips twitched

a joke," I raised my hands in surrender, knowing that his

eyes, "An old thing, huh? Let me show

I

do I always do this

I watched him begin to advance. His hands hinted at a tickling assault, or more likely, his probable intention to propel me into the

"Evelyn, wait!"

to toss me into the pool," I sprinted past him, his fingers nearly

you catch on quickly," his laughter echoed as I felt

With those long legs of his, he'd have me defeated in no time, and it wouldn't take more than

I found myself in the bedroom, trying to evade his imminent grasp.