My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 161 Things That Never End

Jacob

I slammed the door shut, groaning in annoyance. She and that boy-toy were in her fucking room. I had to give it to Samuel for not letting the door be locked, but at the same time, I was furious with him for letting that goddamn Cameron stay here with Evelyn. My Evelyn.

But did I have anything to say to him? Absolutely not. I couldn't.

Because he was pissed at me, so fucking pissed and there was nothing I could do about it unless Evelyn forgave me, which now seemed like a distant dream.

"Argh!" I groaned, slamming my hands against the coffee table in the corner of my room. Frustration crawled all over my skin, and rage burned within me. I was so mad that all I wanted to do was stride into her room and break Cameron's neck-no, slice his skin, chop up his flesh, shatter her bones, and feed it to the dog.

God! Never in my life had I thought I'd be jealous of a twenty-one-year-old boy. For fuck's sake.

Evelyn messed me up really badly. And she was still playing with me, using that boy. God knew what they were doing in that room.

Was she letting him kiss her?

Touch her in those places only I used to touch?

Caress her, fondle her, embrace her?

Fuck! This shit was driving me insane.

I paced back and forth in my room. The day kept passing by, and every time I walked out, I found the door still closed but not locked. I had this urge to stride inside, grab Cameron by the collar, and drag him out. I wondered what they were doing, but I knew I had no right to interfere. She expressly told me she wanted that boy-toy, whether it was true or not. It was her word, and I had to respect it, even though I didn't want to.

around and walking back into my own room. Supressing my rage beneath my skin. I was fighting a literal battle with myself or specifically my hand. After the struggle, I ended up back inside

a hold of yourself, man!" I groaned, burying my

every single limb, and every fiber wanted to kill Cameron and punish

they wouldn't be able to stop once I started. I would make sure she'd never look at another man or

at

and do whatever it took to get Cameron out of this house and away from my woman.

on her. She would get the other side of me now, and I

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Evelyn

He was sweet, attentive, and funny. I really liked the idea of having him in my life as a friend, even if we didn't get to the point he wanted us to. Actually, I wasn't looking for a romantic relationship, but I wanted to

make this work, and I wasn't going to let his efforts be in vain. I would let him know he was appreciated and valued

do.

pain and I'd do everything in my power to make sure, any of my close ones

I chuckled, playfully

of his head at another of his silly remarks. He was bad with books, really bad, but at least he was trying. "It's a monologue. She's just pointing out the good things they had, even though they are not together anymore. She is talking to us-the readers. Telling us about the..." I hesitated for a

lot about books," Cameron said, lying on his back on my bed

up, snatching a pillow from the side and hurling it at

by my sudden move, but then his eyes transformed from pure surprise to sheer mischief as he sat up. "You are so done!" he declared, lunging to tickle my sides. Giggling, I hit him with the pillow again and again, trying to evade his grasp. I stood up,

me as I ran to

aren't getting away with it so easily!" He

will choose books over everything!" I emphasised unable to stop my laughter, "And how dare you call them overrated?!" I hurled the pillow at his face again, and this time he caught it. We struggled to gain control of it for the

his back hitting the solid floor, and I