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

"What is it?"

mum died the day you were born," I began, "And today you said something

back then?!" My

My emotions were genuine," he responded, clearing his throat and nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I just wanted to uplift your spirits." Unbelievable. I

"Jacob... you..."

getting late, Evelyn," he hastily moved to start the

hell no, we are talking about now, " And I followed

***

long enough to forgive Jacob for his stupid lies. We had made up pretty quickly, perhaps within five minutes we were laughing once

fixed on the island in sheer awe.

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

the serene nature or was it just Jacob?

me, his arms enveloping me as he rested

secluded than the others

acquainted with this spot because, hopefully within the next

My jaw practically hit

not just another real estate venture; The first time when I saw this island, I just knew this had to be

when I experienced a

you mean by that,

the smile

an Italian man who also happens to be my dad's best friend, unfortunately. The same feeling you have about this island,

hands finding their place around my

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

now I'm an 'old thing,' am I?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to my face, "Seems like you're getting out of bounds, young lady. I wonder how I should

things should be addressed appropriately, right? You could easily blend in with the ancient Egyptians," a soft laugh escaped my lips, "Yet here you are, taking

I am, the cruel old man?" His lips twitched as if fighting a grin, and then he let out a sigh, "Evelyn Fernandez, it seems you

in surrender,

playful glint dancing in his eyes, "An old thing,

I started backing

do I always do

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

"Evelyn, wait!"

I know you're planning to toss me into the pool," I sprinted past him, his

laughter echoed as I felt his presence hot on my

have me defeated in no time, and it wouldn't take more than a few

long legs!" I protested as I found myself in the bedroom, trying to evade his imminent grasp. He seemed to relish the chase, like a lion closing in on