My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 139 Hey Beautiful

Evelyn

Sixteen days had come and gone. Well, more precisely, sixteen days, eight hours, and forty-five minutes-I'd always been weak with numbers, but now I was sharp-pretty sharp. Thanks to Jacob, who might have messed up most aspects of my life, but inadvertently helped me strengthen my weakest point-math.

Did I owe him a thank you? Hell, no.

He'd shattered the most resilient part of my being-trust. Now, I knew better than to dole it out like candy on Halloween. There was a hundred percent chance it would get fucking trampled, just like that Italian bastard had done. He fucking ruined me.

God! I might never be able to fucking trust anyone!

With a groan, I rolled out of bed, my feet sliding into cozy slippers. I silenced the godforsaken alarm and stood up, stealing a glance at the mirror. The reduction in my dark circles was a welcome sign-I was making progress, and moving on. So were my dark circles, apparently.

Could I finally consider I was getting over him? Maybe, yeah.

My phone chimed, breaking the silence of the morning. Grabbing it from the nightstand, I unlocked the screen to find the familiar ID glowing-Cameron. Cameron Blake.

My newfound distraction.

I tapped into our conversation, and his text lit up the screen "Awake, beautiful?"

"Just stirring, Charmer," I replied.

"Just have to be enough of a charmer to charm you."

"Well, if you hadn't charmed me, we wouldn't be talking," I found myself smiling this time.

"I am flattered! Anyways, don't be late-I will be waiting for you at the cafe."

"I am never late."

That's why you made me wait ten

was to test

did I pass the

we are meeting today. Now bye-I gotta go

strolled into the bathroom. The warm water cascaded down in a proper shower-I shaved, shampooed, and

a woman trying to mend her shattered heart after loving a man who treated it like dirt, crushed it underfoot, and laughed in my face. There was no need to let Cameron glimpse into that past or let him

Cameron stumbling upon my social media after all these years, reaching out to me, felt like a sign. He remembered me from high school, where he saw me as the most beautiful girl in class—a perception I certainly

how he looked

quite the flirting skills, which I admired. So, what about his face? It remained a mystery. His social media was sparse on photos, with only a few decent side profiles, but I'd stumbled upon some abs pictures...and they were, well, you

Why was I even thinking

me-the bitch

on some body mist, and slipped into a red short dress, pairing it with beautiful red high heels. Grabbing

surveyed myself

mirro

him. It helped me forget during the day but did nothing to spare me from the dreams where I found myself tucked in his arms and honestly those were

scent. His breath against mine. His lips on mine. I

flickered to

avoiding him like the plague. I didn't want to talk to him, no matter how much I missed him. I didn't even want to see his damn face after what he

made the right choice by muting him, but I still couldn't help but check his messages every few hours. It became a habit. A

"Come in."

entered, her eyes widening in surprise at my appearance. "Wow! You look stunning, Evie," she

my spotlight now, only I can compliment that way," I

stunning," she chuckled back, nudging my arm with a playful smile, "Tell me, who's the lucky guy?"

just someone from school, same grade. Apparently, he's had a crush on me for a while. So, I thought, why not make his evening?" I chuckled, "After all, my days

urged, trying to lift my spirits, "Today's about your date-just enjoy it and forget

right," I said, distracted by the sound of my phone chiming. It was a text

like you're