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?"

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 now, I suggest you stop

"You're such a dog!"

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

to enjoy this a bit too

me up like this whenever you feel like it. I'm not a

you. Who would ever call you that?"

on, Evelyn, don't let his charm

consequences by

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

me, I

his laughter clearly indicated that he

the ground. My feet touched the cold

had prepared until

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

hobby, which occasionally resurfaces-playing the piano. However, he never got around to buying one for

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 with them, family games,

too old to be

my face in 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 few of

back to memories I had shared in family court, witnessing them divide my life into

respected the family we had, but she

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

you the charmer?" A smile broke across my

closer, he brushed his nose against mine, "So,

how much my

because I actually have an art degree. I used to enjoy painting as a kid,"

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

in his strong arms, "I was just

Well-built jerk.

sound like

up at your nose, huh?"

mad at him. Any genuine anger I felt would always dissipate within a few seconds, as if there were some absolute sorcery he'd cast over me. "You're at fault. You always say things you

I 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

unsure whether we were here to paint

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