My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 147 It Begins

Jacob

As she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone-I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only

I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too-the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death-every fucking time.

A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed-Evelyn had his fucking attitude-snarky, moody, stubborn.

I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I had to restrain the urge to lash out and beat the shit out of him-after all, he was the father of the woman whose affection I was desperately trying to win back. Beating him wouldn't be an advantage on my side right now.

His gaze snapped to me, initially registering confusion before recognition dawned. "Ah, that..." he murmured, his tone casual. "I'm aware. Cameron's a decent guy."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

So, that pup's name was Cameron...

And decent? Surely he wasn't. I knew Evelyn's choice-she chose me. So there was no way she was looking for decent. She wanted something bad -Hard. Rough. Thrilling. Exciting enough to make her forget me.

"Why the fuck did you let her go?" I growled, my anger palpable. If he wasn't her father, I might have given in to the impulse to pummel him senseless.

"Why shouldn't I?" He turned off the water, his demeanor unwavering. There was a hint of amusement in his voice and eyes, as if he relished the opportunity to provoke me. "You screwed up, Jacob. It's on you. I'm not going to advise her to wait around for you. If she finds someone better, especially someone younger, she should go for it. Atleast I wouldn't have to call my best friend's child 'grandkids'-it'll be a much better scenario for me." A smirk tugged at his lips as he observed my expression darken with seriousness.

"You're really being an ass right now, you know that?" I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Well, if this means being an ass then I'll gladly wear the title. I'm not going to stand in her way-if she finds someone who can treat her better, handle his temper more responsibly, and not mess things up, then I'll support their relationship," he retorted, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. Stepping closer, he stood directly in front of me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "So if you don't want to lose her, Jacob, you better get moving. Time's ticking." With a pat on my back and a chuckle, he strolled past me, leaving me seething in his wake.

That bastard....

I remained rooted to the spot, struggling to contain my anger and frustration.

It was painfully clear-my best friend had no intention of assisting me. In fact, he seemed to revel in my suffering, harboring resentment for what I had done. And it was equally apparent that Evelyn was determined to chip away at every shred of self-control I had managed to muster since coming to America.

I didn't want to resort to my old ways...

But it seemed I had no other choice.

***

Evelyn

I walked back into the house, bidding Cameron goodbye with a hug. The date was amazing. Cameron wasn't rushing things; it felt more like two old friends catching up after an age apart. He made me feel comfortable, like I didn't have to be on guard every second. So far, Cameron was a green flag. But what would happen next? Another date, perhaps, and then another. Eventually, we'd have to move forward, wouldn't we?

Damn. I hadn't thought about it until now.

We had to...

God, it was terrifying.

The mere thought of another man touching me, except for-

Shit! Why was I thinking about him?

"Argh, Evelyn! You need to fucking move on," I grumbled under my breath, kicking off my heels as I made my way upstairs, relishing the freedom of bare feet. Finally!

Heels were such a hassle, all that struggle just to look a few inches taller-totally not worth it.

As I approached my room and pushed open the door, a sudden iron grip seized my wrist, pulling the door shut behind me. My back pressed against the now firmly closed door, and my eyes locked with the culprit who had imprisoned me-Jacob. A soft gasp slipped past my lips.

He looked... well, what could I say?

He looked stunning as always, his hair now tousled, likely from running his hands through it repeatedly, his lips carrying the faint scent of beer and his green eyes exhibiting a hint of intoxication-he was absolutely mesmerizing, just like always But with the moonlight streaming through the window at the end of the corridor, casting an ethereal glow upon his face and

accentuating the depth of his emerald eyes, he wasn't just

stunning... he was dangerous-to

my soul, to my heart, to me.

This is how you know, you have met the man who is your ultimate destruction.

"Had fun with your little date?" he rasped, his voice sending vibrations through my chest, betraying his agitation.

"The best date I've ever had," I replied, fully aware of the effect my words would have. And sure enough, his gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched, and his breathing grew heavier.

"Oh really? So Cameron was that interesting, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, his stare piercing into me, daring me to provoke him further.

I couldn't help but wonder how he knew Cameron's name, but the curiosity faded as quickly as it arose. It had to be my dad-no one else would do it.

"Much more interesting than you ever were," I chuckled, "And much more of a gentleman than you will ever be," & made an attempt to step away, but he looped his arm around my waist, slamming me against the door. His body pressed fully against mine, igniting a sudden need for friction.

"But that's the thing," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, "You never liked gentlemen. You craved someone who could satisfy your desires, fuck you right and keep you in line. You need to be tamed, Evelyn. You need to be fucking owned—not just cared for."

His words stirred something primal within me, conflicting emotions swirling-insult and truth tangled together. I needed to be owned, to be tamed, for my own good, and deep down, I knew only he could do it right.

Damn him! He was the bane of my fucking existence.

"I've seen what you brought me in the end-how you shattered me. Maybe this time, I need freedom more than I need to be tamed," I retorted, defiance lacing my words. "So I'do as I please, Jacob. I went on a date with him, and next time, I may even sleep with him if I want to. You have no say in this. You don't own me. Not anymore."

His eyes blazed with rage and frustration, but instead of responding, he slammed his fist against the door before whispering, "You're going to regret this, Evelyn..." Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his heavy footsteps echoing his departure.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched him go.

I had found yet another way to infuriate him, and while I knew it wasn't right, I didn't care. I was going to do it anyway.