My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 32 The Ex

Evelyn

A few hours felt like an eternity. I was acting like a desperate puppy, and I didn't know what was wrong with me.

Had I always been crazy about Jacob, or was this new? I couldn't tell, but his presence meant a lot to me. I wanted him close all the time and even found excuses to keep him from going to the gym.

For me and my enigmatic thoughts, it would be very much logical to suggest myself as an exercise for him.

"Sex burns calories, doesn't it?" I asked Jennie, who was painting her nails beside me, while Mason checked out guys on social media, and Nancy searched through her luggage.

"I guess it does," Jennie replied.

Maybe I could offer him...

"Why are you suddenly so curious? Is it because you are feeling tired after getting your cherry popped?" Mason teased, showing that he was not only into checking out men but also keenly listening.

"Shut up!" I blushed red and threw a pillow at him, which he effortlessly dodged.

"Oh come on. What's there to feel shy about when you have already taken that big dick down your throat and elsewhere," Mason rolled his eyes, "Just share some details already," This was the fifth time he'd insisted on knowing what I and Jacob had done last night.

The thought of remembering last night made my cheeks ten times hotter.

"I swear, I placed the packet of condoms right here!" Nancy's sudden shout frightened all of us.

"Hey, why you shouting like a mad dog?" Jennie asked, pissed, "You ruined my nail art!"

"Forget about your damn nail art! My whole life's at stake right now!"

"For a packet of condoms?" I asked, bewildered.

"You don't fucking get it! I brought it just so there wouldn't be any inconvenience. I already met a guy last night and I thought of fucking him today," She released a frustrated groan, "God! What I am going to do now?!"

"Wait a minute, Nancy. You are not the one with the dick, then why are you creating a fuss about it?" Jennie quipped.

"Just so, if he doesn't have a condom, I get to have one so that there won't be any delay in the fucking, duh."

"God, that's awful," A laugh slipped past my lips, however, soon as Nancy's glaring gaze landed at me, I sealed my mouth shut.

"I... I think I have one," Mason dug into his pocket and brought out a single sachet, "Will that be enough for today?" His nervousness was out of character; he usually taunted Nancy for her clumsiness.

"Wait..." Nancy's eyes widened as she snatched the sachet from his hand, "These are the same ones I bought!"

Well... that explains it.

"Come on, Nancy. You're not the only one who buys from the brand," He tried to shrug it off with laughter, but his expression gave him away, "It can only be a coincidence."

"A coincidence? My foot!" She grabbed him by the ear, making him stand up, "How dare you steal my condoms?!"

Jennie stifled a laugh as I watched with wide eyes.

"You didn't need them, so I thought I could use some," he whined.

"Some? You used all of them, you asshole."

"Fine, I am sorry. Now let go of my precious ear."

"Precious ear? I will bite off your stupid little ear, you jerk," She slapped him on the back of his head, "How dare you use my condoms?! I will fucking kill you!"

"Then what am I going to steal, your bikini? I am not sure, I would look too good in that. Besides that your boobs are small, mine won't fit."

It seemed like Mason was really into digging a grave for himself.

"You fucking jerk, how dare you call my boobs small?! Do you know how many compliments I get because of them?!" Nancy twisted his ear, earning an 'ouch' from Mason, "More than you'll get for your ass in this lifetime."

"They only say that because there's nothing else to compliment!"

Oh shit!

"You are so dead today. Before Samuel's wedding, I will make everyone attend your funeral!"

"Guys guys, stop it," I finally decided to intervene, and rushed down the bed, standing between them, "There's a drugstore nearby. You two can go there and buy condoms for yourselves, okay?"

"No, it's not. Look at that jerk. He's not even sorry," Nancy once again tried to pounce at him, and Mason hid behind my back. "Evelyn, stop her!"

"I am stopping her, but you need to say sorry too," I cleared my throat, trying hard not to laugh.

"Okay, fine. I am sorry."

"That didn't sound very genuine," Nancy crossed her arms over her chest.

"Nancy, that's enough. You two can't fight the whole day," I rolled my eyes, "Now, go make-up, or else the drugstore might close soon. It takes an hour to get there."

"Here, take my car keys," Jennie tossed her keys, which Mason caught.

"Come, I will drive you there. You are a rash driver, and I promised your mother not to let you drive and cause an accident," Mason spoke, pursing his lips as if to let her know his contempt, although he was at fault.

"Fine," Nancy finally let go of the glare etched on her face, "Let's go."

****

'When are you going to be back?'-I texted the devil as I sat on the sofa, in the living room, along with Dad, Clara and...well, my mother.

'I am on my way. Five minutes max.'-The response came soon.

'Kay! I want you in my room soon as you get here, okay?'

'Don't do that. I can't walk into your dad's mansion with a hard-on. He'll throw me out.'

'Would you like to see me in red?' I fought a smile as I sent him a picture of me wearing a red bikini.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

'You little deviant, you are in for a punishment.'

'Can't wait for it. Come fast, sir.'-with that, I put the phone aside.

Gosh, I loved teasing him!

"You better not be late," I mumbled to myself.

"What did you say, Evelyn?" My mumbling drew Clara's attention, and my dad looked suspicious.

"Oh, I was just talking to myself. I just ordered something. So I am hoping that I get it soon." I nervously laughed.

"What did you order?" Dad quirked an eyebrow.

"Is that really important, Dad?!"

"Well, of course. I need to know where you are wasting my money."

"You are acting cheap!"

"What did you just call me?!"

"C.H.E.A.P-Cheap!" Clara chuckled, stifling it behind her hand. My mother smiled, and I couldn't care less. Well, maybe just a little.

"You little brat..." Dad glared at me, "No extra dresses for you this month."

"Boo! Clara's already bought them for me."

His gaze snapped at Clara, who instantly deflected her stare, engrossed in her nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"You are seriously so spoiled! I will

get you

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both line after this wedding and both of us a deadly stare, verve

also the one spoiling you," He shot

somehow ended up looking cute.

"You haven't changed at all," my mom finally spoke up, a small laugh slipping past her lips, "You still can't win a fight with her, Samuel."

"Wait, has he always been bad at arguments?" Clara's interest was piqued.

"Of course, Clara. He could never argue with anyone, let alone win. And when it comes to Evelyn, he can't argue at all."

"Then how come you blocked me for

two days straight just for an

argument over a funky t-shirt of

yours that I laughed at?" It was

Clara's turn to glare, and Dad nervously gulped.

Well well... this was getting interesting.

"That was actually me practising

how to win an argument," Dad let et

out a shaky laugh, scratching the back of his head, "It has beema long time since that incident, hasn't it?"

"Not for me," Clara squinted her eyes at him, "You really were trying to act tough then, weren't you?"

"Not really. I was... ah, hurt!"

It was a sure case that he was trying to act tough on her, and perhaps his source of information was Google I vaguely remember him seeking relationship advice from bots.

"That's a lie."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Danica, what have you done?!" Dad looked at Mother in frustration, and I saw her trying to hide a laugh.

It kind of surprised me how they became friends and did not have any awkwardness between them. Would it be alright for me to admit that it made

me kind of... happy?

"Don't blame her. You are the miscreant here!"

"Wait, what?!"

Before Clara could speak again, a sudden voice interrupted, "Hi, guys... am I interrupting something here?"

All gazes shifted to the doorway, and Dad's eyes widened.

"Chole..." The name fell off his lips as if he was horrified, but he quickly masked it with a smile, "It's been a long time."

"Yeah, it actually has," she walked inside, looking stunning, "But how couldn't I come? I ran here right after I got the invitation."

"Oh, Danica..." her eyes fell on my mom, "How are you?"

What the heck? She knew my mom as well?

My mom smiled hesitantly, "Hi, Chole. It's a pleasure to see you after all this time."

"This is Clara, my fiancée," Dad gestured at Clara, who seemed just as confused as me because of the awkward smiles and pleasantries.

"Hi, I am Clara," she extended her hand, but Chole pulled her into a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you. You are so pretty," she smiled, "And we have similar names. I think we are gonna get along well. Good choice, Samuel."

"You must be tired from the travelling," My mom intervened, calling for a servant, "She'll show you your room. You can freshen up, and then we can have lunch together."

"Yeah sure, I think you are right. I should-" Chole didn't get the chance to finish speaking as heavy footsteps entered the room, tension filling the

atmosphere.

My eyes trailed to the doorway, finding Jacob entering the mansion. A smile took upon his lips as he looked at me, but it faded as soon as he spotted

Chole.

What the hell was going on?