My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 160 Roses And Throns

Evelyn

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of the roses and Cameron standing there early in the morning. My brows lifted in surprise as I breathed out softly, my hand instinctively reaching to take the bouquet from his hand. "That's...that's so sweet, Cameron," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the roses. A strange guilt gnawed at me, knowing how much effort he put in for me, while I could never reciprocate even a fraction of it. "I-I...thank you so much."

God. I felt so fucking guilty.

Why was he so nice to me? I so badly wished he was not this nice because it would have made it easier.

"Who is it, Evie?" Clara's voice boomed from inside, snapping me back to reality. Standing in the doorway, I blocked their view of Cameron. They could only catch a glimpse of his blonde hair and hints of the red jacket he wore. Not even Jacob could see him, and the thought of getting on his nerves overshadowed the guilt I'd initially felt when I initially saw the roses.

I was a horrible person. So fucking horrible.

"It's Cameron," I called out, knowing Jacob would hear it all too well, "He brought me flowers!"

"Oh really?" Clara's excitement was palpable in her voice, and then she proved it by coming to the door, her eyes darting between me and Cameron with a playful smile. "Flowers and all... Well, not bad!" she mumbled, pinching my arm. I shot her a glare.

"Hey, Clara," Cameron flashed one of his dazzling smiles, "Nice to meet you again." Ever the polite gentleman, he offered his hand to her, and she shook it.

I should really like this guy....

But why couldn't I? What was wrong with me?!

"Nice to meet you too, little boy," Clara smiled, "Now get inside. We're having breakfast together, and you should join us."

"No, Clara. It's alright. I just came="

questions to ask him." Dad's voice boomed

to ask about last night's

drank too much last night," I whispered to Cameron, my horror evident. He

word?" He chuckled again before glancing at Clara. "So, I guess I'll have to accept your invitation, Clara. Because Samuel has a few questions for me-more like an interrogation, right? Since I took his princess out, I may as well answer his questions

drank too much-it's my blunder,

beautiful," he said, "I should be the one saving you, no matter

you think you're a man?" I chuckled, biting my bottom lip. His eyes flicked toward mine, and for a moment, he seemed to stiffen as his gaze fell on my lips, but then he shrugged it

boy, would you ever hang out with me?" He cocked an eyebrow. "I

Holy....

"So you stalked me?"

closer, his breath hot against my ear. "A lot more than

If he knew my type, he probably knew about Jacob and me. We never hid it, but we also didn't plaster it all over social media. We were too busy with each other—more likely fucking each other. Cameron was smart,

never bothered to hide

What did that mean?

Maybe I was

I said, clearing my throat.

his lips. "Do you really want me to?" he asked. "I don't prefer dwelling on the

voice boomed. "Hey, you two. Enough talking. Get

I forgot my parents-and my ex-were watching. The feeling of daggers being shot at my back became all too real.

I wanted him to

head. "We were

you are avoiding

flicked to Jacob. His expression had darkened, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. He was

Cameron?