My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 138 An Ending, A Start

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 wasn't an option, yet admitting the brutal truth-that I was in excruciating pain-was equally daunting. The agony transcended mere emotional anguish; it manifested physically, rending me apart in every sense. Despite my efforts to evade it, the pain clung to me, unyielding and merciless, a relentless force tearing me asunder without respite.

I was sick and tired of it but there was no escape too....

I felt stuck. So stuck.

"Okay. I'll be waiting at the airport," he murmured softly, as though promising to whisk away all my pain. But deep down, I knew better. This pain was mine to bear alone. None could ever take it away from me it'd clung to me. Forever. Constantly. Relentlessly. Endlessly.

"Goodbye, Dad," I said softly, ending the call.

Opening one of my social media apps, I saw messages flooding in from friends. Despite having sent just one text to Jennie, news had spread like wildfire to others like Mason and Nancy, bombarding my inbox. Among them, Mason's messages came in a flurry.

Before I could respond, a notification from a news channel I'd subscribed to caught my attention, a habit I'd formed to keep tabs on Jacob's life in the media-something I supposedly wouldn't need anymore. Unconsciously, I found myself clicking on the news.

There, the secret video clip I'd taken of Tyler and his confession popped up.

As I read the article stating Jacob would regain his company soon, a strange sense of relief washed over me. I frantically checked other channels, all reporting the same news. A weight lifted from my chest.

So, the video clip worked...

Despite leaving Jacob, I couldn't deny my worry for him. Despite everything he'd put me through, I was still concerned. Knowing he'd reclaim his former life, free from Tyler's grasp, eased my mind. I could leave him knowing he was in a better place. That was my own kind of peace-one that I felt guilty of.

But then again, at least now, I wouldn't agonize over whether I did the right thing. He wouldn't have another reason to blame me, as he had before. A small sigh escaped me as I exited the news app, fighting back tears.

Finally, I was leaving him. For good.

I regulated my breathing, refusing to let more tears fall-I'd shed enough already. Crying for someone who didn't deserve it wasn't how I wanted to spend my life.

Suddenly, a message broke through the silence the last person I expected: Tyler Ricci.

"It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn. Just wait and watch-I will be back."

Ignoring it, I powered off my phone and gazed out the window as the flight ascended.

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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

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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 if he's just a boy? I'll fucking make sure he's out of my way in a matter of hours."

Did he just...did he just really said that?

"You will do no such-" Before I could finish my sentence, his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my words in a way that left me bewildered. Then, his hand slid beneath the fabric of my panties, making contact with my bare pussy. My eyes widened, my body jerking at the sudden sensation, but before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he delivered an even more shocking blow.

He thrust his fingers into me. Deep.

Oh no...

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I believed I'd finally shaken him loose.

Yet here he stood, relentless in his pursuit, determined to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his-Me. And here I was, torn between the urge to resist and the undeniable pull he had over me. How could

turn away when his pr

set me ablaze, wet and aching? When every fiber of my being ached for his touch? When his very gaze made me want to tell him to rip my clothes off and fuck me like he owned me?

Was it not twisted to crave something from the one who left no scopes in causing me pain?

I knew I had to put an end to it. But how? Could another man provide the key to breaking this cycle?

Maybe, yes....