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

did I pass

we are meeting today. Now

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 the

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 need to let Cameron glimpse into that past or let him know the

sick bastard. I wanted to move forward, and Cameron stumbling upon my social media after all these years, reaching out to

he looked now-still

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 swoon, but still

was I even thinking

love me-the bitch in my

slipped into a red short dress, pairing it with beautiful red high heels. Grabbing a small beige bag, I quickly applied makeup, and styled my hair, striving to

As surveyed myself

mirro

during the day but did nothing to spare me from the dreams where I found

mine. His lips on mine. I missed him-every part of him. As mine.

gaze 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 to see his damn

right choice by muting him, but I still couldn't help but check his messages every few

"Come in."

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

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

arm with a playful smile, "Tell me, who's the lucky guy?" she nudged my arm with

why not make his evening?" I chuckled, "After all, my days are mostly spent dwelling

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

said, distracted by the sound of my phone chiming. It was

like you're running