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 me

to

did I

we are meeting today. Now bye-I

The warm water cascaded down in a proper shower-I shaved, shampooed, and cleansed every inch of my

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

refused to become that stereotypical heartbroken woman who spends years weeping over a sick bastard. I wanted to move forward, and 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

how he looked

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 swoon, but still not enough to make me forget how Jacob Adriano looked in a

was I even thinking

you still love me-the

beautiful red high heels. Grabbing a small beige bag, I quickly applied makeup, and styled my

As surveyed myself

mirro

in food and sleep, a futile attempt to escape thoughts of him. It helped me forget during the day but did nothing to

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

gaze flickered to

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 did—he didn't deserve

ago. I'd made the right choice by muting him, but I still couldn't help but check his messages every few

"Come in."

at my appearance. "Wow! You look stunning, Evie," she approached me, awestruck. "Everyone's

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

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

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

to lift my spirits, "Today's about your

I said, distracted by the sound of my phone

looks like you're running