My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 102 Meeting The Storm

Evelyn

"Is this your idea of an office?" I looked at him in utter disbelief, "This is literally better than your house."

Yeah, I meant every word. Jacob's apartment was impressive-no denying that. But this, this was majestic. A colossal thirty-five-story building, meticulously adorned from every nook to the carpets and even the vases.

It was a marvel of architectural brilliance and corporate elegance. An entrance adorned with sleek, brushed steel doors welcomed visitors into a foyer awash in opulent tones. Polished marble floors reflected the soft illumination cast by crystal chandeliers overhead, infusing the space with an air of refined sophistication. And those floor-to-ceiling windows? They drenched the office in natural light, offering sweeping views of the bustling city below.

Past the reception area, the workspace unfurled like a perfectly orchestrated symphony-just as composed and beautiful as Jacob himself. Open-concept workstations boasted ergonomic chairs and cutting- edge desk arrangements. The air buzzed with the symphonic cadence of fingers tapping on keyboards, intermingling with the subdued hum of collaborative discussions. There were just too many employees bustling about here.

"Hey, that's kind of offensive," Jacob chuckled as he pressed the lift button for the twenty-seventh floor. "I prefer my home to be simple. Offices are where you flaunt the fancy stuff to attract investors and such." "This isn't just fancy, it's grand," I countered. "Have you seen my dad's office? It's more like a bird's nest compared to what you have here."

"I've seen his office; it's not that bad, just needs a bit of sprucing up. But I'm glad you liked mine," he grinned mischievously. "Wait until I show you the penthouse after we catch up on everything." "There's nothing not to like about it. You've certainly constructed it like some wonder."

"Believe me, mine's the least fancy compared to some I've personally seen. There are businessmen who've turned their spaces into palaces, albeit with modern decor, not cluttered with sick old paintings," he slid his arm around my waist, drawing me closer. "I'm not keen on exaggeration and spending a fortune on decorations. I did what was necessary."

Was he serious? How could there be something better than this? Who could possess such wealth? I hadn't cared to find out. As long as I had my favorite snacks, especially a tub of chocolate ice cream, everything I owned was more than enough.

"It still baffles me how someone could have a better workplace than this," I sighed, shaking my head.

"Well, there are plenty. Remember the Tyler guy I mentioned?" Jacob chuckled. "That spoiled brat has an office twice the size of mine, dripping with luxury. If I were in his shoes, I'd use my wealth more wisely, maybe invest in growing my business instead of squandering it on women and frivolous things."

"Maybe that's why he can't stand you? Because he knows you'd handle his riches better than he ever could," I queried, arching my eyebrows.

"I never considered it like that," a hint of a smile played on his lips. He then cupped my face in his hands. "I didn't know you were this smart." His lips met mine, and just as swiftly, the lift doors burst open.

My eyes widened, and I hastily drew back, my cheeks fucking ablaze as I noticed a few employees waiting to board the lift.

Their expressions said it all-they had seen it. Shit!

Unlike

and pulling me close. We stood at the back of the lift,

are you doing?"

against my cheek, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Loving my girlfriend, I suppose?" His voice carried without restraint, disregarding any attempt to keep it discreet. This

murmured, trying to keep my voice low, aware that the

else thinks," he whispered into my ear, his voice lowering, his grip tightening around my waist. "And you know what? No one has the

words sparked an unsettling arousal. He didn't need to do much at this point; his mere breath was enough to evoke a response. I mean seriously he'd just fucking breathe and I'd be soaking wet

I would mind," I cleared my throat, avoiding his gaze. "Now, get your

cup my butt. I almost gasped at the unexpected move but suppressed it swiftly, unwilling to let these people catch a glimpse of what my

"Jacob, listen-"

lift

seizing my hand and guiding me out of the lift. "Folks, isn't my girlfriend stunning?" He

But oddly enough, it didn't bother me much. It was more that I wasn't accustomed to being the

sir," one of the girls giggled, whilst the others also

to win," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Alright, I won't keep

all about?" I demanded,

rooms, the floor alive with the sounds of keyboard clatter, phone conversations, and

stress that

with

an empire, and

no

his composure amidst

all.

Embarrassment reddened my cheeks. "Why did you have

gorgeous. What else am I supposed to do? I'm gonna show you off. Anyone in my position would do

trailed off as I noticed an unfamiliar face seated behind Jacob's desk.

Jacob's voice held an edge, his jaw visibly