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My Dad's Bestfriend Win Her Back
JacobI watched, frozen, as Bianca handed me the small camera supposedly belonging to Evelyn during her visit with Tyler. My breath caught in my throat, my hands trembling because of the exhaustion from a night spent searching for her and the weight of my own mistakes settling heavily upon me. Disbelief washed over me as I stared at the camera.She did this for me… Sacrificed for me.God! What the fuck have I done?“Why didn’t you fucking tell me she was with you?” I blurted out, my voice thick with frustration. I barely had any control over myself. “I could have gone there and brought her back home! How could you just let her leave like that?!”“The same home you made clear wasn’t hers anymore?” Bianca shot back, her anger searing. “You fucking forced her to go away! She didn’t even want to lay eyes on you—just because you’re my brother doesn’t give you a free pass to make her suffer, to force her to stay when she wants to leave. Any woman in her right mind would do the same after ev
My Dad's Bestfriend Ultimate Conclusion
Evelyn"Yes, Dad, I've boarded the flight," I reassured, sinking into the seat, the hum of the plane a comforting backdrop. "Don't worry about me—I'm fine."The quiet on the other end spoke volumes. Dad had a thousand words bottled up, I could tell. But he held back, reserving them for our reunion, whenever that might be. His reluctant response was a single, "Okay."God. I wish I could just give him a hug."I'll hang up now, Dad, alright?" I offered, understanding his concern all too well. I knew the weight of his worry, the whispers from Clara beside him urging him to ask more, to probe deeper. They were both anxious beyond measure. And I didn’t like it—I hated watching them concerned.But, I didn’t know what to do.I wanted desperately to offer reassurance, to ease their worry, but the words eluded me. To claim 'I am not in pain' or 'I am totally fine' would be a falsehood, transparent to them given how well they knew me—they’d catch my lie in a single blink. Therefore….Dishonesty w
My Dad's Bestfriend My Dad’s Bestfriend: Book 3: Healing Hearts, Renewed Love
Sneak peak: I leaned back against the bar, my fingers aching to reach out to him as his face drew closer to mine, his eyes ablaze with lust, sending electric currents down my spine. My nipples tightened against the fabric of my dress as I watched him, acutely aware of the dampness pooling between my thighs.I was so fucking wet..."You mentioned how much you enjoy his touch..." His body pressed against mine, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my short dress, toying with the elastic of my panties. "Tell me honestly now, whose touch truly sets this body of yours on fire? His or mine?"God....My breath caught in my throat. "It's irrelevant," I countered, my gaze defiant. "You're my past, he's my present and future."A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Do you really think I'll stand by and watch that happen, sweetheart?" His voice dripped with determination. "I'd fucking tear down this whole world to have you back with me. So what
My Dad's Bestfriend Hey Beautiful
EvelynSixteen days had come and gone. Well, more precisely, sixteen days, eight hours, and forty-five minutes—I'd always been weak with numbers, but now I was sharp—pretty sharp. Thanks to Jacob, who might have messed up most aspects of my life, but inadvertently helped me strengthen my weakest point—math.Did I owe him a thank you? Hell, no. He'd shattered the most resilient part of my being—trust. Now, I knew better than to dole it out like candy on Halloween. There was a hundred percent chance it would get fucking trampled, just like that Italian bastard had done. He fucking ruined me.God! I might never be able to fucking trust anyone!With a groan, I rolled out of bed, my feet sliding into cozy slippers. I silenced the godforsaken alarm and stood up, stealing a glance at the mirror. The reduction in my dark circles was a welcome sign—I was making progress, and moving on. So were my dark circles, apparently.Could I finally consider I was getting over him? Maybe, yeah.My phone
My Dad's Bestfriend One Chance
JacobI leaned against the wall, watching that bastard practice shooting with an apple perched on my head like some kind of twisted gangster game. But what could I say? I needed his support to get to his daughter, and if I didn't play along, he wouldn't let me near her. Fuck my luck! He was furious. Completely and utterly furious, and I couldn't blame him. Any father would feel the same—I messed up. Big time. Not just once, but in multiple ways. And in the midst of it all, I ended up fucking hurting her, which I should've avoided at all costs.Bang.The shot landed perfectly in the middle of the apple, and I clenched my fists at my sides. It wasn't that I was afraid of the bullets—I knew these bullets were harmless since it was just a balloon shooting gun. What angered me was that Samuel's tantrums were wasting a lot of my time.I needed to see her.It had been sixteen whole days, and I hadn't even caught a glimpse of her. I was dying inside. To hold her in my arms. To feel her warm
My Dad's Bestfriend The Date
EvelynI observed him as he lifted the cup to his lips, his blue eyes sparkling from the get-go, his muscles subtly defined even beneath the fabric of his shirt. His skin appeared flawlessly smooth, his hands noticeably larger than mine, and his lips adorned with a natural pink hue. Sun-kissed locks of blonde hair cascaded in waves, framing a face boasting chiseled features and an undeniable rugged charm—this was far from what I had anticipated. Cameron was, without a doubt, drop-dead gorgeous and utterly breathtaking.Seated across from me, every gesture he made seemed to flow with an effortless grace, as if he were following a dance choreographed by the gods themselves. The rich aroma of coffee enveloped the air around him, mingling with the subtle hint of his cologne, despite the appropriate distance between us.He smelt good. Too fucking good.While I struggled to maintain my composure in his presence, his demeanor was both relaxed and confident, entirely at ease in his own skin.
My Dad's Bestfriend Not Anymore
EvelynOn my way back home, thoughts of Cameron consumed my mind entirely. The interaction with him had been nothing short of exhilarating. But I couldn’t shake the doubt that I felt this way because so much of him reminded me of Jacob—his composed presence, his confident demeanor, his boldness—it all harkened back to him. I hated that I liked it.“God, why am I even thinking about that jerk?” I groaned, pressing down on the accelerator, speeding the car.Speaking of cars, I loved Cameron’s. It was a fiery red beast, one I might have accepted a ride in if I hadn’t declined his offer to pick me up for our date. Although he had his conditions before I left—next time, if I deemed him worthy enough, he would pick me up and drop me home. I wasn’t sure what he found appealing about it, but it seemed to be something he desired, so maybe next time I’d allow it.But then again, I wasn’t certain if I wanted another date. It wasn’t about him—it was about me. I couldn’t get that one man out of my
My Dad's Bestfriend Will The Distraction Work?
EvelynThe air in the room constricted around me like a vice, every breath a struggle against the weight of the situation bearing down on my chest. As I sank onto the bed, the gravity of it all seemed to amplify, squeezing out any semblance of ease I had left in me. Hands trembling, I fought for air, the echoes of his venomous words from that time clawing their way back into my consciousness. And now, like a relentless barrage, his recent words, laden with sincerity, replayed in my mind, tormenting me with their conflicting truths. How could someone be so cruel and yet so convincingly sincere?"I will never fucking forgive you, you bastard," I muttered, the words bitter on my tongue as tears traced a path down my cheeks. Alone in that suffocating space, it felt absurd to engage in a conversation with myself, yet I couldn't help but vocalize the turmoil within. How foolish I must have seemed, reminiscing about the moments shared with him, replaying them like a broken record.Damn it! I
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