My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Not Anymore

Evelyn

On my way back home, thoughts of Cameron consumed my mind entirely. The interaction with him had been nothing short of exhilarating. But I couldn't shake the doubt that I felt this way because so much of him reminded me of Jacob-his composed presence, his confident demeanor, his boldness-it all harkened back to him. I hated that I liked it.

"God, why am I even thinking about that jerk?" I groaned, pressing down on the accelerator, speeding the car.

Speaking of cars, I loved Cameron's. It was a fiery red beast, one I might have accepted a ride in if I hadn't declined his offer to pick me up for our date. Although he had his conditions before I left-next time, if I deemed him worthy enough, he would pick me up and drop me home. I wasn't sure what he found appealing about it, but it seemed to be something he desired, so maybe next time I'd allow it.

But then again, I wasn't certain if I wanted another date. It wasn't about him-it was about me. I couldn't get that one man out of my head, and using Cameron as a distraction, would that be fair? "Fuck what's right or wrong, Evelyn!" I hissed. "You liked that guy, so you're absolutely fucking going on another date. Get that bastard out of your damn head."

Engulfed in a flurry of internal arguments, I finally arrived home. I parked the car in the garage before stepping into the house.

"Clara, Dad, I'm home," I announced, hanging up my keys and stepping into the hall. But as I entered, I saw the last thing I expected.

There sat my heartbreaker on the sofa, seemingly waiting for me, his eyes locked with mine, and I froze.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

No, he couldn't possibly be here. My mind must be playing tricks on me I've had enough of these hallucinations already.

I blinked twice, attempting to adjust to the scene and convince myself that he was actually here.

I watched as he slowly stood up, looking barely put together unlike all the other times. He appeared tired, homesick perhaps, with an expression that hinted at being on the verge of giving up. I held my breath at the sight.

He was actually here.

Evelyn. Don't you

as it had before the elevator on that day

and so was I. But I knew

what are you doing here?" I managed some stability

going to allow myself

but I frantically took steps back, holding out my hand

dare try to step closer..." I uttered, my

explain. Talk to me... just for once," His eyes softened, his features drawing me in just like they always did his green orbs, his smooth plump lips, his tanned skin that made my fingers itch to touch, and the stubble details of his silky hair where I had run my fingers through countless times-he

heart... it wanted to

presence here wasn't fucking right

I called out loudly, "Dad!" I rushed to the kitchen then to the television room to find him, and as I

princess?" he asked, his

I demanded, pointing at Jacob, refusing to look at him, tears welling up in

on this too,

Dad. But you? How could you?" Tears streamed down my cheeks. "I can understand Dad's

for him. But you

you? You

because of that man. Yet you two decided to let him in? What's the fucking point of it? What do you two want? For me to forget everything and end up with him again so that he can break

his eyes gentle, his voice soothing. "Jacob's here because he believes he owes you an apology. He wants to fix things, but that doesn't mean any of us are allowing him to force anything on you.

I could

everything.

I can never live without you. I'm well aware of how much I hurt

resolve, but I pushed back against every

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