My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 26 No Resistance

Jacob

As I watched her walk out of the hall, a sudden wave of unrest washed over me. It was so damn hard, sitting there and trying to find an excuse to go after her. I was fucked up in more ways than one.

I knew she was struggling. It wasn't easy for her to simply forget everything and act normal. Samuel, being more mature and having experienced the world to a greater extent, could perhaps let go of his past and not care as much. But for Evelyn, it wasn't that simple. Her entire childhood had been shaped by her mother's absence, and she had adapted by learning to despise her presence.

I had witnessed her struggle to accept the notion of letting go, to release the grudges that had caused so many obstacles in her life. But it was true that she needed time.

We couldn't expect her to suddenly be okay and return to normal overnight.

On the other hand, As Evelyn made her exit, all the colours vanished from Danica's face. I could see the desperate need in her eyes to have a conversation with her daughter. She longed to reach out to Evelyn, to bridge the gap that had formed between them. Perhaps Evelyn wasn't fully aware of what had transpired between Danica and Samuel all those years ago.

Even if she was, it would have been difficult for an eight-year-old to comprehend the complexities of a relationship and the reasons behind growing apart.

"Um... shall I?" I cleared my throat, gesturing with my index finger towards the exit. I hoped that my message would be understood without me having to explain further, as my own legs were already primed to follow in that direction.

I wanted my Evelyn to be close to me again. The last thing I wanted was to leave her alone in the midst of such a difficult situation.

"Yes, please," Clara spoke up before Samuel could say a word.

Before I had the chance to say anything else in response, I found myself rushing out of the hall with great speed.

My sudden movement might have seemed suspicious, but at that moment, it was the least of my concerns. Every fibre of my being was consumed by thoughts of Evelyn, and what made it even more complicated? She was my best friend's daughter.

It took me mere seconds to spot her, her long dark hair gently swaying in the breeze near the pool area. She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed upon the clouds in the sky, as if she didn't truly belong in this place. Even from the distance between us, I could sense the distant expression on her face.

Without hesitation, I walked up to her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around. Our chests collided, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

"You know what?" I said, pressing her gently against me. "Someday, you're going to be the reason for my heart attack."

"What?" Confusion filled her eyes as she looked up at me.

"You don't understand?" I had no idea why I was enraged but I couldn't help myself, "You are driving me nuts, damn woman. You are making me crazy and it's fucking stupid." I slammed my lips against her, not caring about the risks of anyone noticing us or what the consequences could be. She patted at my chest, passing me a message to stop as I ravished her mouth, kissing her and pulling her closer.

"Jacob...someone will see us," Pulling away, she whisper-yelled.

"I don't give a fuck." I smashed our lips together once again.

Getting tensed, she tried to push me away for a while before she stopped her attempts and eventually gave in, allowing me to slide my tongue into her sweet mouth.

The thrill ran all over me. She was like a drug, addicting to the point where it was lethal.

I wanted her lips on mine, to feel the press of her curves against me, and her heart beating against my chest. Yes, she held absolute power over me -She could bloody destroy me and yet I wouldn't say a word. The desire for her ran in my veins. The craving for her resided within every of my breath.

I was fucking head over heels in love with Evelyn Fernandez, I could die for her and live for her, it did not matter if it meant that I had to turn the entire world upside down to be with her. I just knew, I'd do it. And I'd do it right.

Evelyn

Jacob's kiss worked like magic, instantly lifting my spirits and leaving a permanent smile etched on my face since morning. Not only did it improve my mood, but it also had a ripple effect on my father, easing his and Clara's tensions. The credit for this transformation belonged solely to Jacob. However, could I consider sharing this secret with anyone? Absolutely not, except for Nancy, Jennie, and Mason, who were mysteriously absent for now, possibly due to two possible scenarios.

One: They are busy drinking their arses off.

Two: Finding someone and doing nasty in one of many rooms in my dad's mansion.

Good for them, because my dear Jacob seemed to relish keeping me in suspense rather than...

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For now, I immersed myself in the atmosphere of the party, savouring every moment like everyone else. Jacob stood across from me, casually leaning against the bar, strategically positioned to give him an unabashed view of my entire body.

Thankfully, I managed to steer clear of any intense conversations with my mother, sparing myself from being overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. This allowed me to fully indulge in the present and relish the possibilities that lay ahead in the next few minutes.

My thoughts had already taken a scandalous turn, venturing into territory not suitable for polite conversation. My mind was filled with a plethora of explicit fantasies, each one more tantalising than the last.

But amidst the barrage of lustful thoughts, one, in particular, drove me to the brink of madness-Jacob's mesmerising face.

Damn! I had no shame in admitting that I craved nothing more than to straddle it. Just the idea alone was fucking pleasing.

Jacob leisurely undressed me with his eyes, piece by piece, sending shivers down my spine in a matter of seconds. Goosebumps erupted across my skin.

I wasn't wearing anything special; it

was a simple yet elegant short red dress with an open back and delicate spaghetti straps. It gracefully accentuated my curves and overall figure. Although I had considered wearing something more revealing to tempt Jacob, I decided against it, aware of the potential risks. Unexpectedly, however, this dress seemed to captivate his attention, as if he could see right through it, and I sensed an untamed desire brewing within him,

awakening the animal inside of him that now was on the verge of tearing through the layers of his skin and

wrecking me.

A mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I slowly turned around, sweeping my hair to the side to reveal my back.

His intense gaze seemed to burn through my skin, even from a distance. I could almost feel the low growl reverberating in his chest. Perhaps this

mere distance was not enough to wither the invisible connection that'd progressed more than any of us had thought.

I casually sipped a glass of wine, knowing that my dad was too preoccupied with attending to the guests to notice me. It always amazed me how well he knew this eclectic group of people and their names.

"Hey, Evelyn," a sudden voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned to see Jack walking towards me.

"Hi, Jack," I greeted him with a smile.

"Is that wine? Be careful, Samuel would have a fit if he caught you," he chuckled, leaning against the bar.

"Maybe, but the good news is he's too caught up to notice, and who would tell him anyway? Especially not you," I snickered, resting my elbows on the metal edge of the bar. My gaze involuntarily shifted to

ove

Jacob, but his intense stare remained fixed, as if he were completely unaware of Jack's presence, or perhaps he simply didn't care.

There was something off about him today. His devil-may-care attitude both concerned and strangely intrigued me. Damn my thought-process, always getting stuck in one place.

"Perhaps, but don't go overboard with the wine. You don't want to find yourself in trouble, trust me," Jack advised, glancing at Jacob. His words should have alerted me, but unfortunately, I was too engrossed in admiring that seductive Italian devil.

"Sure thing," I finally decided to give Jack my attention, "Trust me, I know how to avoid trouble."

"Well... judging by the glass of wine in your hand, I'm not so convinced that you're not fond of trouble," he shrugged, his words laced with hidden meaning.

Did his comment refer to the wine or something deeper? Who cared? His opinion didn't matter to me. He wasn't important, but someone else was, and in that room, my focus was solely on that person.

"Some troubles are worth it, aren't they?" The words escaped my mouth before I could even consider them.

Shit. I really need to do something about this mouth of mine.

"Valid point," he nodded. "I can't argue with that. But be cautious; there are eyes around you, everywhere," He attempted to mask his cryptic message with a laugh, but it didn't escape my notice. Then, in the next moment, he walked away, vanishing into the crowd and leaving me entangled in a web of questions.

What the fuck was that?

Did he really mean what I suspected? No, it couldn't be. He had only arrived here a day ago. There was no way he could be that observant.

Evelyn, you're overthinking. Relax.

I let out a sigh and redirected my gaze to the bar, only to find no sign of Jacob.

Damn it!

I scanned the room, but he was nowhere to be found. Frustration began to gnaw at my nerves.

"Where the hell did this man go?!" I muttered under my breath, my eyes sweeping across the entire room until they landed on the stairway.

There he was, ascending the stairs for some unknown reason. Before I knew it, I found myself impulsively following him.