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."

why you made me wait ten

to

I pass

we are meeting today. Now bye-I

phone resting on the desk this time and strolled into the bathroom. The warm water cascaded down in a proper shower-I shaved, shampooed, and cleansed every inch of my body, ensuring that when I stepped out, I exuded

mend her shattered heart after loving

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 didn't share, but perhaps in his

pondered how he looked

one. He'd developed 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 know enough to make a girl

was I

you still love me-the bitch in my

into a red short dress, pairing it with beautiful red high heels. Grabbing a small beige bag, I quickly applied

myself in

mirro

days. After the breakup, I'd been burying myself in food and sleep, a futile attempt to escape thoughts of him. It helped me forget during the day but did nothing to spare me from the dreams where I found

me. His scent. His breath against mine. His lips

flickered

him. He'd been calling and texting incessantly, and I'd been 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

the screen, sent fifteen minutes ago. I'd 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 knock on the door shattered

"Come in."

You look stunning, Evie," she

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

nudging my arm with a playful smile, "Tell me, who's the lucky

his evening?" I chuckled, "After all, my days are mostly spent

my spirits, "Today's about your date-just enjoy it and

said, distracted by the sound of my

like you're running