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?"

be the best way to keep you quiet." His threat sent a shiver down my spine,

"You're such a dog!"

you're my favourite treat," he chuckled, utterly unfazed by my words. Without warning, he picked me up just like he did in the

mouth, Evelyn," he seemed to enjoy

break this habit of yours! You can't just pick me up like this whenever

Just look at you. Who would ever call you

don't let his

by giving

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

I am not

his laughter clearly indicated that

cold floor, and a soft gasp escaped my lips. The room's lighting

did not know what he had prepared until he turned me around by the shoulders,

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

suppose this room was originally intended for your dad's peculiar hobby, which occasionally resurfaces-playing the piano. However, he never got around to buying one for this place; he just had the room made," Jacob chuckled. "So, I decided to put it

quite understand 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 celebrations

to be crying

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 few of your paintings in your room-ones

me back to memories I had shared in family court, witnessing them divide my life into two parts with joint custody. Fortunately, I got to stay with

not have respected the family we had,

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

the charmer?" A smile broke across

me closer, he brushed his nose against mine, "So, what do you think we're going to

how much my

an art degree. I used to enjoy painting as a kid," he

Asshole!" I pushed at his chest and made a move to get away from

me in his strong arms, "I was just kidding,

Well-built jerk.

sound like

your nose, huh?" he

always dissipate within a few seconds, as if there were some absolute sorcery he'd cast over

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

unsure whether we were here to

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