My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"So...Clara, can I ask you something?"

"Oh, since when did you start acting so formal?" She burst into laughter. "What happened? Do you have a fever or something?"

I sighed, feigning sadness. "I don't get you or Dad. Even when I try to be nice, it's always a problem."

"Enough, drama queen," Clara chuckled. "Ask me what you want to know."

A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned in, adjusting my chair to ensure she heard me clearly. "By any chance, do you think Jacob has been through a heartbreak or something?"

"What?" Confusion etched upon her face, "Where's this coming from?"

"I am just curious, you know," I tried to keep my curiosity subtle.

"And why are you suddenly curious?" She asked skeptically.

"Well, it's just that he sometimes seems like a lone soul," I laughed, though it came out sounding nervous. "So, I got curious."

She paused for a moment, as if recollecting her memories in one place. "I'm not entirely sure, but I heard from your Dad that he had a serious relationship in the past. After it ended on a bad note, he never pursued relationships again."

"What else do you know?"

"That's all I know. Every time I asked your Dad, he said it's a long story," She shrugged. "Besides, this wedding is the only event where I've seen Jacob, so I haven't had the curiosity to pester Samuel further. Although hearing a little story would have been interesting, you know, your dad can be so boring sometimes."

"Oh, I see," I replied before shifting my focus back to the plate full of pancakes drowning in chocolate syrup that Clara had made for me.

So...Jacob went through a heartbreak.

A few minutes passed as I delved deeper into my thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of the chair beside me being pulled interrupted my contemplation.

"Hello, ladies," Jacob's face greeted my view as he sat beside me; Dad followed suit, taking the chair beside Clara across from us.

"I must say, you look in a really good mood today." There was a hint of suspicion in his voice, causing me to drop my fork onto the plate.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? If I'm in a bad mood, you have a problem, and if I'm not in a good mood, you still have a problem!"

"No, my problem is that you've started having these odd mood swings all of a sudden." He quirked an eyebrow. "Is this about any guy?"

My cheeks burned red, and my eyes widened in shock. "Dad!" Disbelief screamed through my voice.

"What? I was just asking," he shrugged nonchalantly.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob trying to hide his laughter behind his hand. Well, of course, he would find it amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew that I couldn't tell Dad the truth. "Why don't you just keep your stupid questions to yourself?"

"I have the right to know what's going on with my daughter," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's my moral right."

Clara burst out laughing, and I had to wrestle the smile that fought to curve on my lips.

Dad was too cute, but that didn't mean his suspicion wasn't a risk. If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and I would be in deep trouble.

"Nothing is going on. I just had a good sleep. That's it!" I emphasised, hoping to end the conversation.

"That's convincing, but still not enough."

"Then I don't care! Just let me have my pancakes, I'm hungry!" I snapped.

His relentless questioning made me nervous. Not only that, it triggered an annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my good mood was right beside me, and his lingering gaze made it nearly impossible to keep my face devoid of any emotion.

I despised the effect Jacob had on me, yet paradoxically, I loved it at the same time.

It was obvious that Dad couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't going to let it slide so easily.

"There must be something you're hiding," he squinted his eyes at me as if examining a culprit.

"Dad, I swear to God, if you don't stop right—"

"Samuel, leave the poor girl alone," Jacob chuckled, coming to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

This man...

He knew exactly how to get on my nerves. He was playing it dirty, fucking dirty!

"So, this is about a boy..." Dad mused to himself, his suspicion growing.

Well done, Jacob! You fucked this whole situation up for me.

"No, it isn't. It's about a man. I've found a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown settled on his face. "Do you want to know his name?"

From the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob genuinely shocked by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his eyes as well.

"What's his name?" Dad asked, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in my voice. I couldn't believe he failed to catch on, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking things too literally. I couldn't believe that he failed to catch the sarcasm in my voice.

I mean, I know what I've actually said is the truth but somewhat opting for my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless, Dad was not supposed to question me.

"I'm sure since you're so intrigued with the idea of finding out the identity of my supposed fling, you'd be able to solve the puzzle on your own," I replied, a hint of exasperation in my tone.

Dad seemed ready to come back with a response, but this time Clara did me the favour of shutting his mouth. "Enough, Samuel. Don't trouble her."

"Your help won't let her get away this time," Dad retorted in a deadpan manner.

"Then keep your dumb questions to yourself. I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping into my voice.

"Alright, guys, I think the fifteen-minute duration of your regular argument is now over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at Dad and then at me. His gaze lingered on me for the longest time. "You both should take a break and recharge."

Dad glanced at me, still wearing a frown, before pushing a can of orange juice my way. "Here, drink it. You sound like a hoarse-throated horse."

Well, he was right. My throat felt as dry as a desert.

I maintained my hard gaze as I took the can and gulped down the juice, but I couldn't help but notice the amusement written all over Jacob's face.

I pushed at his bare chest as I climbed onto his bed, causing him to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by my sudden visit to his room at this hour. What better moment to come here than midnight? There was none.

"You were having so much fun when Dad was giving me a hard time, weren't you?" I accused, gripping his jaw and leaning closer to his face.

"I mean... I couldn't help it," he laughed at my expression, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Samuel wasn't bluffing. What he said was true."

"And what do you think would have happened if I had told him the truth, that his best friend is the man I've been involved with?" I asked, my voice low and threatening. "Tell me, do you honestly think he would have congratulated us?"

Unexpectedly, a smirk tugged at his lips. "I know that revealing our relationship is the last thing you would do."

"Overconfident, aren't we?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"I just know you too well," He took advantage of my loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed with his hands on my hips and my legs trapped between his knees.

"I love this obsession of yours, little girl. It makes me want to claim you in every way possible." He whispered into my ear causing goosebumps to cover my body.

God damn! I could not let him turn me on when I was here to teach him a lesson.

"You can't get away with your misdeed by seducing me," I stammered, "Your seductive words ain't gonna work."

"Alright, then what do you want me to do?" He spoke, intentionally brushing his lips against mine as he did.

"Apologize to me for what you did at the table."

"Okay," He agreed to that way too quickly than I'd thought, ruining all my fun of my mini revenge mission, "I am sorry, Evelyn."

I couldn't speak as he moved to kiss down my neck and collarbone, sucking and biting on my skin. I felt wetness pooling on my bottom and my breathing turning heavier.

"This is not how it works, it's not done!"

"What's not done?" He looked up at me, the sight of his face was already tempting me.

"This. You...y-you weren't supposed to agree that quickly." Damn, my stutter!

"How could I help? I am one lucky man who got the chance to have such beautiful art beneath me," He moved his hand to my shorts and undoing my buttons he slipped it inside cupping my pussy and a moan slipped past my lips, "I'd be a fool if I decide to argue rather than taking advantage of this opportunity that has walked into my room by herself."

Okay, maybe the argument planned in my mind could wait for another time.

"If you were at my place, I bet you would have done the same," He smirked and lift my top to reveal my breasts.

I found myself somewhat regretting my choice to go braless today. For me, watching Jacob shred my clothes one by one was more entertaining than a movie.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath as pulled my top over my head before he threw it away, then effortlessly pinned my hands with just one hand, "You don't know what you do to me, Evelyn."

And he pressed his lips against my sensitive nipple, taking it in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it.

My back arched and electric shocks shot through my body. He'd not even started yet and I was already on the edge of falling apart.

He paid my other nipple the same attention before he moved his hot and heavy kisses lower, reaching for the edges of my shorts as he pulled them down.

And then he just...looked. His long-lasting gaze there made me feel exposed in a way I had never felt. I felt vulnerable at some point but there was weird satisfaction within the situation that kept me on my ground.

A blush covered my cheeks, "Jacob..." My voice came out low and stifled.

"You can't even imagine how perfect you are," He breathed out, looking at me in astonishment, "You make me wanna be....someone else. Better."

He came up and pulled me for a deep kiss. I buried my hands into his hair as I gave into him, allowing him to ravish my mouth and devour me.

As we broke the kiss, he traced his fingers from my jaw to my belly button, leisurely teasing my skin, "I want you to do something, would you listen to me, sweetheart?"

Unknowingly I found myself nodding without even having to think twice.

"Ride my face, just like you used to imagine."