My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 149 Green Eyed Monster

Jacob

As I paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the early morning light barely making a dent in the heavy shadows, I felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me like a physical force. Sleep had eluded me, slipping through my grasp like sand through clenched fists, as thoughts of her, and only her, tormented my mind. Evelyn Fernandez-the woman, wrapped in indifference and fury, who seemed to had sworn to make my life a living hell for me. And indeed she was succeeding.

Like for real-Her blatant disregard for me, like I was some kind of contagious disease to be avoided at all costs, cut deeper than any knife. And as if it wasn't enough, she chose to gallivant off with random, meaningless, stupid boys. It was evident-she wanted to torture me and she was clearly winning this game.

I was teetering on the edge of insanity, consumed by rage and desperation. But what recourse did I have? She was a locked door, impervious to reason or plea, reveling in the misery she inflicted upon me. I pushed her to the stage and now I had to suffer there was no way out.

"Why don't you just confront her? Have a real conversation about your relationship," Bianca's voice shattered the heavy silence, her words piercing through the haze of my thoughts. "Stop tiptoeing around it like you're discussing the weather over tea. You can't just avoid it!"

"I've tried," I confessed, my voice heavy. "But I can't rush it. I need time to gather my thoughts, to mend what I've broken. I want to take it slow, for both our sakes. But instead of giving a damn about me, she's out there with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Can you believe it, Bee? That little vixen is not giving single flying fuck about me. I can't fucking take it!"

To my astonishment, Bianca's response was a slow, deliberate murmur, "Perhaps she should..."

My blood boiled at her audacity. "What the fuck did you just say?" I demanded, my patience snapping like a brittle twig.

"Nothing," she shrugged it off with a laugh, "But listen to me. She's hurt, furious even. And what better way to lash out than by being in the arms of another? She wants to see you squirm, to feel the sting of your jealousy like a lash across your skin. So, if you want any chance of salvaging this mess, you need to stop playing into her hands. And for god's sake, make sure she doesn't wander into the arms of some lowlife. Heartbroken women are easy prey for predators. You need to fucking protect her, even if she sees you as the enemy."

"But she won't let me," I spat bitterly, frustration bubbling up like bile in my throat. "To her, I'm nothing but the villain in her twisted narrative."

Bianca's words hit me like a slap in the face, each syllable laced with a biting truth that I had been desperately trying to ignore. "Because you broke her damn heart, you idiot," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a razor. "What did you expect, Jacob? A warm fuzzy hug and a kiss on the cheek? You screwed up, big time, and now you need to step up and fix it. Take your time, endure her actions, and find the right moment to make things right."

"You don't understand, Bianca," I sighed, "It's not as simple as convincing her. She's reveling in this twisted game, and the only way to win her back is to outplay her."

"What the hell are you talking about? This isn't some stupid video game-it's a relationship," Bianca retorted, her frustration palpable.

comprehend the stakes, the burning desire clawing at my insides. "You won't get it," I dismissed her with a wave of my

in the dimly lit room, I tossed my phone onto the bed, its screen flickering in the darkness. I stripped off my shirt and headed for the bathroom,

win Evelyn back before someone else swooped in to claim her. And if that meant resorting to

luxury I couldn't afford, not when every fiber of my being screamed for her touch, to feel her, to have her

her back. At any

even breathe when she wasn't

his lips tracing her skin, ignited a primal fury within me. "No," I growled, running a hand through my damp hair, the strands clinging to

***

took a surprising

never expected my little vixen to orchestrate a pool party with her friends. It was clearly a spur-of-the-moment arrangement, judging by Mason's tardy arrival. He shot me a venomous glare as he brushed past me in the hallway. But his disdain was nothing new-I was used to being the object of their collective ire. Evelyn included.

the only familiar ones and the new ones? Well, I didn't quite like their vibe but I wasn't here to pass judgment on her circle.

would drag him here, fueled by her relentless determination to make my life a

her, I

a magnet. The triangles barety concealed her ample breasts

her-all over.

and covered in my marks. I wanted to hear her cry, scream and beg when I'd fuck her, diving deep into

subtle movement, she tantalized me, igniting a primal

body of hers! It would

and I hadn't

the overwhelming need coursing through me. But the bitter taste did little

spiraled into a whirlwind of longing-I wanted to touch her, to taste her, to

to fuck

siren's call, I heard Evelyn's voice pierce

his intentions inscrutable-it was hard to tell whether he was checking my girl out or not, but I think, he indeed was. It was hard for any man in