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."

you made

to test

did I

today. Now bye-I gotta go and get

water cascaded down in a proper shower-I shaved, shampooed, and cleansed every inch of my body, ensuring that when

plan? Uncertain. Certainly not planning to end up in bed with him, but they say first impressions matter, don't they? So, I put effort into presenting myself as anything but 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

these years, reaching out to me, felt like a sign. He remembered me from high school, where he saw me

he looked

few decent side profiles, but I'd stumbled upon some abs pictures...and they were, well, you know enough to make a girl swoon, but still not enough to make me forget how Jacob Adriano looked in a plain

was I

still love me-the bitch

some body mist, and slipped into a red short dress, pairing it with beautiful red

myself

mirro

of 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

His scent. His breath against mine. His lips

flickered

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 to see his

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

"Come in."

entered, her eyes widening in surprise at my appearance. "Wow! You look stunning, Evie," she approached me, awestruck. "Everyone's going to be floored

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

chuckled back, nudging my arm with a playful smile, "Tell me, who's

crush on me for a while. So, I thought, why not make his evening?" I chuckled, "After all, my days are mostly spent dwelling on a jerk who didn't give a fuck about me despite

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

by the sound of my phone chiming. It was a text from

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