My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 20 Can't Get Enough

Evelyn

Slipping into a pair of sleek black denim shorts, a fiery red crop top, and crisp white sneakers, I tiptoed out of my room, defying my natural clumsiness. Each step I took was a silent ballet, a delicate dance of caution.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally, I emerged from the mansion's confines, and there it was: Jacob's car, parked in the driveway like a beacon of anticipation. The headlights glowed, a signal that he was waiting for me.

A smile automatically spread across my lips, and I dashed toward his car, feeling like a silly kid. The excitement I felt was indescribable. It puzzled me why something as simple as going out at night, which I had done countless times before, now felt so different.

The reason was Jacob.

As I neared the car, he opened the door from the inside, flashing me a grin. "Get in."

"I didn't think you'd be so punctual," I commented, climbing into his sleek Benz and closing the door with a thud.

The black vehicle was simply breathtaking, but then again, when you've spent over a quarter of a million on a car, it's almost impossible not to be fascinated.

"Being punctual is important," he said, leaning in to fasten my seatbelt, a detail I hadn't deemed necessary. "Especially for men. Otherwise, accidents can happen."

"Accidents?" I asked, puzzled. But then, as his smirk became evident and he pulled away, the meaning behind his words became clear.

"Such a dog," I chuckled, playfully hitting his bicep, making sure not to hurt myself against his steel-like muscles.

"Ouch, that hurt," he hissed, his acting skills commendable, yet not enough to deceive me entirely.

"Oh, shut up! Those biceps could easily be mistaken for rocks," I scoffed. "It would take a hundred Evelyns to actually cause any damage to you." "If executed precisely, only one could be enough, Evelyn," he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he started the car and accelerated onto the open road. "Anyway, tell me where you'd like to go?"

My mind barely registered his question, fixating instead on the first part of his statement.

Confusion washed over me, and I blinked several times, trying to grasp the underlying meaning behind his words. There was definitely more to what he said than met the eye.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and set my phone aside.

"What are you doing?" he glanced at me, a mix of curiosity and perplexity in his eyes.

Without uttering a word, I moved closer to him, manoeuvring myself onto his lap. He made room for me by shifting his left hand behind my waist and gripping the steering wheel with his other hand. Finally, I settled comfortably, placing my legs on the seat I had previously occupied and wrapping my arms around his neck.

This was far more enjoyable than the boring seat.

"Now you know what I was up to," I whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

"This isn't the safest way to drive, I must admit," he chuckled. "But I can't really complain."

Okay, his mood had improved. That's exactly what I wanted.

No, I didn't have any intention of questioning him about why he had suddenly seemed distant. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this beautiful moment we were sharing.

"You're cute," I couldn't contain my smile, placing another peck on his lips, and then another.

"You know, it's not quite fair-first, you called me a dog, then you hit me, and now you're calling me cute," his face displayed a hint of distaste as he mentioned the word 'cute.' "You're being unfair."

"Wait, you consider 'cute' as an insult?" I gazed at him, disbelief evident in my eyes.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "It's not exactly the kind of compliment most men appreciate."

"Oh, really?" I had to stifle my laughter at this point; he was truly something else. "Then what kind of compliment would you prefer to hear?"

"Anything else, just not that particular word," he replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he concentrated on driving.

I had to admit, this man was devilishly handsome. His light stubble, captivating green eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, and those lips... Goodness! Just the sight of him could set my heart racing within a second.

"How about I come up with a

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nickname for you?" A mischievous idea popped into my head, and I traced my nail along his jawline before moving down to his chest, feeling the fabric beneath my touch. "Would you prefer that?"

"What is it?" he cleared his throat, his body tensing under my touch.

The blue veins on his arms and neck stood out momentarily, momentarily capturing my attention. However, my plan went beyond mere seduction.

"I have a few options for you-Dog, Cat, Monkey, Gorilla, Zebra, Crocodile, Hippo. You can choose any of these to be your nickname," I blurted out. His gaze snapped to me instantly, and his expression said the words he hadn't yet uttered-What the hell?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" As expected, he asked me in disbelief.

Don't laugh, Evelyn. Hold on to it for a bit longer.

"Why? They're such lovely names," I feigned innocence and pouted. "You don't like them?"

"I don't think any sane person would ever appreciate those," he scoffed.

I had to bite my lower lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to escape. I wanted to play along and tease Jacob a little longer, but it seemed that wasn't going to be possible

"After presenting me with such utterly ridiculous nicknames, now you find it amusing. Incredible!" His jaw tensed, and his gaze hardened.

That was it. I couldn't contain my laughter any longer. It burst out of me, and I covered my mouth as I did so.

Jacob's reaction was priceless. It was astonishing how easily I could get under this grown man's skin.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I managed to say amidst my laughter, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I couldn't resist." "Apology not accepted," he declared curtly.

"Why?" I furrowed my brow, a puzzled expression on my face.

"You know why," he replied.

"No, I don't," I chuckled. "Tell me."

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. He was clearly irritated, but for some reason, I found it incredibly attractive.

Perhaps I was out of my mind, but I simply didn't care.

"Actually, you're right. None of those

names suits you," I trailed off,

brushing my thumb against his bottom lip before leaning closer to his ear. A wild and fiercely reckless man like you can't fit into those categories..." I brushed my lips against his earlobe, feeling his grip tighten around my waist and his nails digging into my skin.

"Tiger... that's more like it," I whispered, moving to look at him and leaning closer to his face until our lips touched. "And I would very much love to let this beast ravish me."

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he moved his hand from my waist to grab a fistful of my hair, crushing his lips onto mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, exploring every corner. He tilted my head for better access, and our tongues danced in a passionate frenzy.

I could feel the speed of the car increasing rapidly with each passing second, yet there was no fear. I fucking loved the way he felt against me, the warmth of his scent, and the sensual touch that drove me wild.

We finally parted once out of breath, his chest heavily rose and fell as he stared at my swollen lips before his eyes moved to look into mine.

"You know.....kissing and driving at the same time is not the safest thing to do," I breathed out, still short of breath after the kiss.

"I don't give a fuck about what's safe or not," He chuckled, huskily, "If I had really cared, you wouldn't have been here with me now."

"Right....."

Making the choice to take out his best friend's daughter late at night, without anyone's knowledge, was far from wise, especially considering the unconventional nature of our relationship.

I mean, let's be realistic here, it's not exactly common for a girl to develop romantic feelings for her own father's best friend, is it?

"Now tell me where are we going?" I smiled, tracing his stubble, "It should be somewhere interesting."

"Your wish, my command." He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine once again.