My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 81 Healing Bonds

Jacob

What in the world could he be about to reveal something that would be needed for the rest of my life? God, this sounded absurd but this conversation mattered, as long as he didn't launch himself at me or pummelled me with a barrage of curses.

He had every fucking right to do that I just hoped he wouldn't choose to exercise them!

"All of our conversations mattered to me, man, as long as they weren't about choosing your outfits and whatnot," I said, my curiosity mounting, as I waited for his response.

"Damn it, I can't believe I'm doing this!" He uttered a frustrated sigh, "I'll probably regret it later."

I gazed at him, equally bewildered by the situation. He was acting fucking weird!

Throughout all the years I had known Samuel Fernandez, this was by far the most weird he had ever been. He appeared angry, undeniably so, but whatever he was about to say didn't seem to be directly related to his anger. I struggled to find words to describe his demeanor, as he seemed to be in a perpetual internal debate while I sat before him with a half-raised glass of rum.

Well, I wanna have this rum but I don't know if I am going to get the chance sooner.

If he had looked like he was gearing up for beating the shit out of me, I might have downed the rum in one gulp and made a hasty exit. But that wasn't the case. At least, that's what it seemed.

"My Evelyn, I've raised her and protected her like a precious doll, Jacob. Okay? No one, literally no motherfucker in this whole fucking world has laid a finger on her, not even a hair strand," he began, "She's my entire world, Jacob. She is my doll and I'd fucking rip apart anyone who hurt her or even dare to say stupid shit to her; I'd do anything to make her happy. Remember what I told your ex that day, don't you?"Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

It was slowly dawning on me.

Please, let this not be a dream.

With bated breath, I waited for him to continue, my hands growing clammy and my pupils dilating ever so slightly.

"Evelyn doesn't have to cry over anything she can't have, Jacob," his voice trembled, "I made a promise to her when she was just a little baby...on the day she was born and her tiny finger gripped mine. I swore I'd give her everything, absolutely everything within my reach or even what's not within my reach-I'd snatch it and hand it to her. I'm her father, Jacob, and I'll give her everything she wants, just as I told your ex, that I'd lay everything at her feet, be it material possessions, a fucking house, a damn car, even the most trivial of things, or a boy. She loves, I guess," he shrugged, hesitating before finally confessing, "And I'm not the kind of father who would take that away from her. She loves you, so you're in it for the long haul. You have to stay with her, and that's for the rest of your life. And if you ever dare to hurt her, I'd drag fucking drag you down to her feet and I'll—"

He couldn't finish his sentence as he rose from his stool, but I stepped in, embracing him. "God, Samuel! Thank you so much! Man, you have no idea what this means to me. You just gave me everything, fucking everything!"

He pushed me away, acting all tough just like he always had as he cleared his throat, "Don't get too excited just yet. You still have to prove you're good enough for her. I have to see how you treat her and make her happy besides, you have fucked up in the past, and just because I am accepting the relationship between the two of you, doesn't mean I have completely forgiven you yet, so you'll have to make amends for that as well.

"I will, buddy, I promise," I grinned and hugged him again, and this time, he pushed me away, still playing the stern dad role. Weirdo. "Now that you're dating my daughter, there are boundaries you need to respect. Treat me with respect and don't take everything lightly." "This is a bit much," I chuckled, "My relationship with Evelyn shouldn't affect our friendship. You can't play that card, alright?"

"I can and I will," he said firmly, "So either accept it or pack your bags and leave."

Okay, he got me there again.

"Alright, I'll treat you with respect, sir," I chuckled before my voice lowered as a soft sigh escaped my lips, "But, you better not change your mind. You know, Evelyn is my life-I love her more than anything or anyone in this whole world. If I ever had to be separated from her, I'd die, Samuel. Trust me, I'd fucking die."

"I wouldn't have accepted your relationship with her, Jacob, if I didn't know you," Samuel replied, his stare softening, "I know you love her, and as much as I hate to admit it, I also believe you'll love her right? I can see how happy she is around you. She really wants to spend her life with you, and I know my daughter. Once she's made up her mind, her feelings don't change. The moment she realized she was in love with you, trust me, she decided to never love anyone else—she's that kind of person. Loyal, genuine, lovely, caring, and sometimes a bit stubborn, but she's the best you could ever have. So, treat her right, okay? I've never let tears find their way into her beautiful eyes, and I hope you won't let them either," He patted my shoulder with a soft smile, "Never break my princess's heart, alright?

"I promise I won't."I smiled.

"And if you ever make her cry, I'll have to beat the shit out of you, do you understand?" Samuel gave me a serious look, making it clear he meant every word. He wouldn't hesitate to beat me to a pulp.

"I won't give you that chance, Samuel. She's mine, and I'll protect what's mine with all my heart."

"First of all, she's not entirely yours yet, so keep your hopes in check. Second, we've run out of rum, so go and get us some beer from the supermarket. I still have a lot to talk to you about," Samuel said, turning around to pour the last glass of rum and showing me the empty bottle.

"Can't you go get it yourself?" I

hesitated scratching the back of my head, my insides were already yearning to be with Evelyn, to

reassure her that everything wa

finally alright, that she was officially mine as I would kiss away those tears from her beautiful face, "I'm pretty tired, so I should head to my room."

"Don't take me for a fool, Jacob," he said without even looking at me, savoring his rum, "I know which room you're planning to visit, and I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're not allowed in there yet. Now, go and get the rum."

"Samuel-"

"Do

you want to be with my daughter or not?"

There was Samuel, rendering me speechless once again-I pretty much wanted to hand the bottle to Clara and tell her to shove it up to his arse but I couldn't.

"Alright, fine. I'll do it," I grumbled and

rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to punch him. Could I really punch him now? Not when he'd granted me the privilege of being with Evelyn. Even if it meant serving him for a lifetime, it would be worth it. But I couldn't let him know that, because he'd turn me into a slave if he had the chance-that's just how he was.

Suppressing my urges, I walked out of the mansion.

***

Eve

I gazed at him, still struggling to process the situation, but my excitement continued to grow. So this was all real? Holy-this was really happening. "So, last night, you went to your car just to go to the supermarket, not to the airport?" I asked.

"Yes, love," he smiled, cupping my face and planting a tender kiss on my lips. It finally hit me - last night, he didn't have his suitcase with him when he went to the car! Shit! How could I have missed that?

"Hey, get your hands off of her!" Dad's voice interrupted, and he moved to seize my arm, but Clara stopped him.

"Stop it, Samuel. They are dating; you can't just poke your nose all the time."

I heard Dad grumble but he didn't say anything else.

"So, that means... Dad accepted us?" I stammered, my eyes brimming with tears. I didn't know when I'd become such a crybaby, but I couldn't help it. Everything felt like a dream.

"Yes, Evelyn. Your dad had no objections to us being together," Jacob chuckled, brushing my hair away from my face. My gaze shifted to my dad, who gave me a small smile.

"I told you I'd give you everything you want," Dad chuckled. "I know it's weird that you ended up falling in love with this guy who happens to be my best friend, but just like I said, Evie, you'll have everything you want. I will" And then I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Dad," a sob broke through. "Thank you so much. I love you...and trust me, I never wanted to hurt you by keeping it hidden. I just wanted to tell you at the right time, and then everything went wrong. I'm sorry. I'm—"

Dad lifted my face and wiped my

tears. "You don't need to apologize, Evie. You're my daughter, and I know you, alright? Everything's alright. The fact that you fell for him never bothered me as much as the truth

that this jerk broke your heart. That was the only reason I was mad. I was never mad at you." He pulled me into his arms and kissed my temple.

"Aww, my little Evie," Clara joined in, peppering my cheeks with kisses like you would on a six-month-old baby.

Amidst the sniffles, I chuckled. "I'm not that little, guys."

"You are," she wiped my tears, and pinched my cheek, "You're just like a cute little doll, and you don't even realize it. You're one of the many reasons

why I chose to stick with your dad's annoying arse."

"Hey, now that's offensive," Dad protested, and Clara burst into a fit of laughter.

"Guys, if you two are done, can I have my girlfriend back?" Jacob intervened.

"Exercising too many rights, aren't you?" Dad raised an eyebrow and moved towards Jacob, but then a voice interrupted the moment.

"Well, if I may, there's someone else who has a lot to say."