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?"

the middle and do something about that mouth of yours-maybe filling it would be the best way to keep you

"You're such a dog!"

he picked me up just like he did in the morning, throwing me over his

Evelyn," he seemed to enjoy this a bit

You can't just pick me up like this whenever you feel

you. Who would ever call you that?" His

his

the consequences by giving me a flimsy

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

me, I am

clearly indicated that he

the ground. My feet touched the cold floor, and a soft gasp

not know what he had prepared until he turned me around by

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

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

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

to be crying about

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

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

respected the family we had, but she had respected

tears that I 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

aren't you the charmer?" A smile broke across

me closer, he brushed his

depends on how much my assistant can

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

to paint, you Asshole!" I pushed

his

Well-built jerk.

didn't sound like a

at your

felt would always dissipate within a few seconds,

like the way these cheeks turn red," he smiled, placing 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

we were here to

my fault?" He whispered, pulling me closer. "I'd say it's yours, because you're the reason I can't keep my hands to myself. Hell, 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