My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 43 Colours Of Love

Evelyn

Finally. Finally something good.

He kissed me back instantly, his hands snaking around me, pulling me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, and his warmth seeped into my skin, replacing the icy cold with a warm fluttering sensation. I no longer felt as though I were on the verge of breaking apart.

Amidst all the chaos, he was my sanctuary.

As we broke the kiss and pulled away, he spoke with a smile playing at his lips, "Well, if I had known you were missing me this much, I might have considered slipping some sleeping pills into your dad's drink," he brushed my hair strands away from my face, tracing his thumb over my flushed cheeks, "Your cheeks are flushed. Did you just run?"

"Practically, yes," I exhaled. "Your ex is a bitch."

"What did she do?" he asked, his expression cautious, "Did she say something to you?"

Well....No! I couldn't tell him the truth, not now. It just didn't feel right.

"Um, not really," I shrugged it off, "I just don't like seeing her around."

"Are you hiding something from me, Evelyn?"

"No, Jacob. I just saw her out there by the pool, and I hurried back here to ensure I didn't end up losing my temper with her," I fabricated a lie with practised ease, "That's all it is, I promise. Trust me."

"God, you scared me, Evelyn," he admitted. "Just ignore her, okay? She's not worth the trouble," Breathing a sigh of relief, he pressed his lips against my forehead, "I don't want you to get hurt by anything she might end up saying. She's never careful with her words."

Of course, she isn't. Nor is she careful with the people in her life. Or else, who in their right mind would ever let go of a man like Jacob? That person would have to be an absolute idiot, and that's Chloe. "I'll steer clear of her, but if she ever dares to hurt you again, I swear to God, I'll—"

Jacob didn't let me finish my sentence. He silenced me by pressing his finger against my lips. "No more talking about someone who doesn't matter. Besides, she won't get a chance to worm her way back into my life, so there's no way for her to hurt me."

"But-"

"Evelyn, be good and come with me." He grabbed my hand and began to lead me out of my room.

"What? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

"Jacob, don't beat around the bush. Where are the fuck are we going?"

mouth of yours-maybe filling it would be the best way to keep you quiet." His threat sent a shiver down my spine, and well, I

"You're such a dog!"

like he did in the morning, throwing me over his shoulder as if I were a sack

he seemed to enjoy this a

can't just pick me up like this whenever you feel like it. I'm not a bag of

look at you. Who would

on, Evelyn, don't let his charm get to

can't escape the consequences by giving me

fiery. Your temper..it's just like your father's," he laughed.

me, I am

indicated that he didn't

My feet touched the cold floor, and a soft gasp escaped my lips. The room's lighting was dim, with nothing but

what he had prepared until he turned me around

shot up in astonishment, and my lips parted in awe-before me, lay a canvas, paints, and brushes-the very tools I had

peculiar hobby, which occasionally resurfaces-playing the piano. However, he never got around to buying one for this place; he just had

brushes were once the instruments through which I painted my shattered dreams-a new home with Mom and Dad, my birthday celebrations with them, family games, and

too old to be crying about this

his hands. "I know it's been hard for you, but as far as I remember, you've always been a wonderful artist, Evelyn. You used to create flawless portraits at the age of six, and if I remember correctly, even though you believe you haven't painted in years, I've seen a

their divorce, but none of those works looked beautiful to me. Every stroke of the brush led me back to memories I had shared in family court, witnessing them divide my life into two

the family we

now, "So, do you believe that broken dreams can create new ones?" he asked, "Because I do. It happened when I took the first step toward my new family. When I saw my sister happy, when I made new friends. It's always about those first steps. It's never about the destination, because those steps will always lead you somewhere beautiful-just like the steps I've taken in my life led me to you. And

charmer?" A

if you say so. I won't deny it." Pulling me closer, he brushed his nose against mine, "So,

depends on how much my assistant

a kid," he grinned. "But then, I started seeing masterpieces in the

Asshole!" I pushed at his chest and made a move

he stopped me, trapping me in his strong arms, "I was just

Well-built jerk.

like

at your nose, huh?" he chuckled. "I see it

anger I felt would always dissipate within a few seconds, as

kisses on my cheek before moving to my neck. A soft gasp slipped past my lips as he grazed his teeth against my skin-his touch felt so fucking good, "Or maybe, I love the way these beautiful sounds slip past these tempting lips," moving his mouth closer to mine, he took my bottom lip

unsure whether we were here

an entire generation of men to hell," he let out a deep, throaty chuckle, "You're too good to be