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?"

we might have to stop right here in the middle and do something about that 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 couldn't say I'd mind it too much. "So, if you'd like to avoid that

"You're such a dog!"

my favourite treat," he chuckled, utterly unfazed by my words. Without warning, he picked me up just like he did in the morning, throwing me over his shoulder as if I were

he seemed to enjoy this a bit too

just pick me up

course, you're not. Just look at you. Who would ever call you that?" His words

Evelyn, don't let his charm get to you

escape the consequences by giving me a flimsy

laughed. "You know, it's amusing when someone so small

I am not

laughter clearly indicated

My feet touched the cold

not know what he had prepared until

and my lips parted in awe-before me, lay a canvas,

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

why I was suddenly so emotional. Perhaps it was because these paints, this canvas, and these brushes were once the instruments through which I painted my shattered dreams-a new home with Mom and Dad, my birthday

was too old to be crying about

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

painted quite a few times even after 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 parts with joint custody. Fortunately, I

the family we had, but she

hadn't realised had escaped until 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 I am so fucking grateful to have taken those steps and reached you, my

at you, aren't you the charmer?" A smile broke

it." Pulling me closer, he brushed his nose against mine, "So, what do you think we're

much my assistant can

because I actually have an art degree. I used to enjoy painting as a kid," he grinned. "But then, I started seeing masterpieces in the

and bring those women to paint, you Asshole!" I pushed

stopped me, trapping me in his strong

Well-built jerk.

like a

flares up at your nose,

within a few seconds, as

his teeth against my skin-his touch felt so fucking good, "Or maybe,

we were here to paint or

Evelyn, if it weren't just me, you would have sent an entire generation of men to hell," he let out a deep, throaty chuckle, "You're too good to be true, but thank goodness you are real, and I'm