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My Dad's Bestfriend Mending Promises
EvelynAs his words crashed over me like a relentless wave, every fiber of my being throbbed with an avoidable pain. For a brief moment, I couldn't fucking fathom that Jacob had actually said it.Did he really? Or was it just my mind playing cruel tricks on me?No, there was no mistaking it—he had indeed uttered those heartless words. And worse yet, he did so without a hint of hesitation.How could he?!I approached him, my gaze empty, devoid of any emotion, any tears, my hands shaking, "What did you just say?"He remained silent for a beat, avoiding my gaze, but I refused to give him an out—I wouldn't budge until I got the fucking answers I demanded. He was not going to get away with it."You heard me, Evelyn."This piece of shit…."So, say it again," I demanded, my voice rising. "Fucking say it again.""Evelyn..." His hesitation was palpable."What?! What's stopping you from saying it again when you have already said it so easily the first time? What's wrong, huh?" Despite my fury,
My Dad's Bestfriend It's About To Go South
EvelynA week had passed since Jacob and I had our fight, and to put it mildly—and bluntly—things were far from okay. Again—To put everything plainly and emphatically—The issue didn't lie solely between us; rather, it was the turbulent circumstances enveloping us. Every effort Jacob made to restore order seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him increasingly disheartened. It was evident, we were far from okay.Nothing was becoming any better.While we managed to avoid bickering, I couldn't shake the sense of hesitation emanating from Jacob. Our conversations had dwindled this week, a casualty of his relentless pursuit to mend what was broken, leaving little room for anything else. Our relationship, it was not as before now—the spark, it was withering away.A peculiar unease crept over me, a lingering suspicion that Jacob still harbored doubts, unspoken but deeply felt.But for now, the pressing concern was the duration of our journey back to normalcy. Were we ever going to have
My Dad's Bestfriend Nothing’s The Same
EvelynAs the cab trailed behind his car, my surprise morphed into apprehension when it bypassed his office without halting. Suspicion intertwined with worry as God, the memory of the past incident loomed large in my mind—I dreaded the notion of enduring such turmoil again, especially with the weight of our current struggles pressing down upon us. Tyler had spared no effort in tarnishing his image, and the mere prospect of history repeating itself threatened to shatter Jacob irreparably.I couldn’t let that happen, at all costs.Amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts, my gaze remained fixed on his car up ahead, witnessing it come to a halt in front of a hotel. He stepped out, prompting me to urge the cab driver to pull over a few feet away, ensuring we remained unnoticed, a request he thankfully obliged.I hastily settled the fare, striving to keep him in sight as he disappeared into the hotel.Why would he be at a hotel?Was he meeting someone? Damn it, this situation was spiraling out
My Dad's Bestfriend I Am Staying
EvelynIt turned out that the address Tyler had given me led to a hotel, though a different one from where I'd stumbled upon my boyfriend locking lips with his ex—a sight as sweet as a lemon wedge in an open wound. Very very sweet indeed. Life seemed to have a knack for fucking with me from every angle, but hey, at least I was getting a firsthand tour of Rome's swanky hotels and a crash course in Italian social dynamics.So far, the three Italians I'd encountered—Jacob Adriano, Tyler Ricci, and Chloe the bitch—had left me less than impressed. Not that I was painting all Italians with the same tainted brush, but were they all cut from the same dysfunctional cloth? Hard to say. And frankly, I wasn't sure I cared to find out. My experiences with Italians thus far had been nothing short of nightmarish and weirdly fucked-up. So, forgive me if I wasn't exactly eager to cozy up to another Italian male, especially not the innocent, put-together types like Jacob, or the ones whose corruption
My Dad's Bestfriend Evermore
EvelynMy feet seemed to resist every step toward Jacob's apartment. Every fiber of my being yearned to distance myself from him. Yet, I knew I had to go back. Despite the turmoil that life and Tyler had thrown our way, I understood Jacob's desperation to find a solution.Even though I wanted to blame him entirely for kissing Chloe, I couldn't.Taking a deep breath, I opened the apartment door and stepped inside. Jacob was pacing back and forth, his face damp, likely from splashing water on it—judging by the open tap at the sink. His movements were frantic as he continuously called, presumably for me.Well...My phone died halfway here. I'd received numerous calls from him during the taxi ride, but I couldn't bring myself to answer."God, Evelyn. Please pick up," he pleaded, his restlessness palpable.Just as he turned, perhaps to leave the apartment in search of me—something he likely did multiple times judging by his disheveled appearance—our eyes met.His eyes widened in surprise, b
My Dad's Bestfriend A Promise
Jacob"This is our last hope," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and anxiety, "We have a witness who can testify against those women accusing me of harassment in the office. All those fake texts and edited videos spreading through the media, it could all come to an end if this plan suceeds.""Everything's going to be fine," I reassured him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Let's hope for the best.""If things go as planned, I'll get my company back, and even if I can't prove Tyler's behind it all, just getting back on the field will be a victory for now," he sighed, standing up and slipping on his shirt.I covered my naked body with the duvet, pressing my back against the headboard as I took a deep breath. I was nervous. I desperately hoped everything would return to normal. Seeing Jacob weighed down by this constant gloom—it tore me fucking apart. I was ready to face any struggle with him, but I knew Jacob wasn't prepared for this fight. He didn't deserve
My Dad's Bestfriend Losing It All
EvelynI slipped into the robe, moving quietly so as not to disturb Jacob as he had finally drifted off to sleep after a long hour of reassurances. Truth be told, I wasn't entirely sure what I was reassuring him about—I was simply trying to shield him from the pain. And if the truth was the source of his suffering, then I'd shield him from it. He didn't need to face it if it meant enduring even more agony.Picking up the packet of Jacob's cigarettes and his lighter from the table, I made my way to the balcony. Leaning against the railing, I retrieved a cigarette, lit it up, and placed it between my lips.Yes, this was basically my first time smoking, but I already knew I could handle it judging by the extreme amount of stress pressing down on me right now.As I took the first drag, the ashy, bitter taste of the smoke stroked my throat, and I exhaled slowly through my mouth and nose.Well...No wonder Clara smoked when she was stressed. This shit definitely felt like an escape.I took
My Dad's Bestfriend I Am Never Going To Be Yours
EvelynMy hands trembled as I dialed his number, the early morning light casting a dim glow through the curtains. Jacob lay asleep, unknown of the turmoil raging inside me, cocooned beneath the duvet. I had tucked him in just moments ago, my heart heavy with the weight of what I was about to do.I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. All I knew was that it had to be done, and it had to be done right.The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally answered, his voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"So, the bastard was indeed sleeping. Probably in some other woman's bed, given his notorious reputation. I was sure he had different women depending on the days."Hello, this is Evelyn," I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me."Evelyn?" There was a note of surprise in his groggy voice."Yes, it's me. Though it's a wonder you don't recognize my voice, considering your apparent obsession with the idea of sleeping with me.""Wel
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