My Dad's Bestfriend

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.

I reached for the doorknob, my hand moving on its own, but I grasped it with my other hand and forced myself away, turning 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 my room, on the chair, pressing my back into it as much as I could, trying to control my rage, my hands forming fists.

"Get a hold of yourself, man!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands and blowing out a heavy breath.

Every inch of me, every part of me, every single limb, and every fiber wanted to kill Cameron and punish Evelyn.

And her punishments? Man, they wouldn't be able to stop once I started. I would make sure she'd never look at another man or even think about it.

I looked at the clock.

Thirty minutes. Yes, only thirty minutes, and then I would go in there and do whatever it took to get Cameron out of this house and away from my woman. Maybe in a polite way, but I'd still do it.

I was done going easy on her. She would get the other side of me now, and I was sure she wouldn't hate it.

***

Evelyn

Spending time with Cameron was amazing. 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 try-to forget Jacob and give Cameron a chance As we talked and spent time together like friends, I began to realize he

mattered to me-I didn't want to hurt him. He was doing everything he could 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 through my behavior and whatever else I could

do.

He had a beautiful soul and I wasn't going shatter it like my love did to me. I knew the pain and I'd do everything in my power to make sure, any of my close ones have to go through it.

"Idiot," I chuckled, playfully slapping

the back 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 second, my voice faltering, "the good and bad sides of love."

"You know a lot about books," Cameron said, lying on his back on my bed and emitting a sigh. "Books are boring-so overrated!"

"Hey," I sat up, snatching a pillow from the side and hurling it at his face. "Don't you dare say that again, asshole!"

He seemed shocked 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, and he followed, trying to catch me.

"You're choosing these books over me," he teased, chasing me as I ran to the other side of the room, using the pillow as both shield and weapon.

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

"I 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 next strike, and suddenly, before either of us realized what was happening, I slipped. My body fell onto Cameron's, knocking us both to the floor.

Cameron groaned from the impact of his back hitting the solid floor, and I groaned from falling onto Cameron's rock-hard body.

"God! What are you made of? Stone?" I let out another groan as I tried to sit up, but before either of us could respond, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke through.

My eyes snapped to the door, followed by Cameron's, and I froze at the sight of him. He casually leaned against the doorframe, the door now wide open, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes stern and dark as they took in the sight of me partially on top of Cameron.

Fuck!

For some inexplicable, absurd reason, I found myself jolting upright. Why did I care if he saw us like this? Wasn't that the entire point? I wanted him to witness another man claiming me, to watch helplessly while someone else made me theirs, while all Jacob could do was stand by and observe.

Then why did this strange sensation grip me?

"Are you okay?" Cameron's voice cut through the charged air as he rose to his feet, extending his hand toward me. I accepted it, standing up and smoothing down my rumpled top. Heat prickled across my skin under his intense gaze-there was something in his eyes that stirred a dormant part of me, a part I hadn't felt for days until last night and now.

I nodded softly to Cameron, my eyes still locked with Jacob's. His expression was... unsettling, tinged with a simmering anger that sent shivers down my spine.

Jesus....

It was terrifying in a way, the way he glared at us and even more because the way he look gave away what he wanted to do to me. Knowing him, I knew his ways and I hated the fact that they excited me. But there was also a twisted allure to it...his gaze, an inexplicable magnetism that sent goosebumps cascading across my flesh.

And then Jacob annouced, "Well, I think it's time for Cameron to leave, no?"