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."

made me wait ten

was to test

I

are meeting today. Now bye-I gotta go

cascaded down in a proper shower-I shaved, shampooed, and cleansed every

mend her shattered heart after loving a man who treated it like dirt, crushed it underfoot, and laughed in my

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 eyes, I was. He was

he looked now-still a

photos, with only a few decent side profiles, but I'd stumbled upon some abs pictures...and

was I

still love me-the bitch in my head

body mist, and 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

As surveyed myself in th

mirro

the day but did nothing to spare me from the dreams where I found myself tucked in his arms and honestly those were actually the best parts of these days

me. His scent. His breath against mine. His lips on mine. I missed him-every part of him. As mine. When he was

gaze flickered

from 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

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

"Come in."

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

only I can compliment

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

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

lift my spirits, "Today's

I said, distracted by the sound of my phone

like you're