My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 9 : A Plan

Evelyn

"Finally you all got time to come," I said as Jennie, Nancy, and Mason entered my room, their hands filled with shopping bags.

These dorks will never change!

"Oh, come on, Evelyn," Jennie plopped down beside me on the bed, "It's not our fault your dad's wedding turned into a destination extravaganza. We had to finish our assignments early just to get our leave approved."

"Sure, blame it on me. It's not like any of you take your studies seriously," I retorted.

"Enough with the lecture," Nancy said, collapsing on the other side of the bed, "You're hardly one to talk. You spend all day daydreaming about your dad's hot Italian best friend." They all burst into laughter.

"Just spare me and drop the subject of that headache," I groaned.

"Wait, I see you've given him a new name," Jennie interjected, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Something must have happened."

"We can discuss your forbidden uncle later, Eve. But first, here's a little something to spice up your evening," Mason nonchalantly tossed a bag in my direction, and it landed squarely on my face.

It wasn't just the bag hitting me that infuriated me; it was the way he referred to Jacob that truly got under my skin.

Uncle? What the hell!

"Don't you dare call him my uncle! He's not!"Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I know you wish he weren't, but let's be fair here. He's practically family, considering how close he and your dad are. They have been best buddies, like brothers for as long as I can remember. And Jacob? Well, he's practically family to all of you. So, technically, he is your uncle, isn't he?" A smirk crept across his lips, revealing his deliberate provocation.

"No, he is not!"

"Okay, okay, guys, let's just calm down," Jennie spoke, "Please, let's not fight over this, for God's sake!"

"Tell this bimbo to stop spreading false rumours. Jacob is not my uncle!"

"Alright, even if he's not, that doesn't give you a green light to jump into his bed," Mason laughed, amused, "If I were in your shoes, I would have made him mine within days, but here you are, years later, still unable to fuck him."

"I wouldn't bother to sleep with that insufferable man, regardless!"

"Evie, what's going on? Why does this whole Jacob situation make you so furious?" Nancy inquired,

Of course, I had made my anger towards Jacob too obvious. And why shouldn't I be furious? That man had left me with no other choice!

"I don't even know where to begin, Nancy. He's just a constant source of headaches!" I groaned, frustration seeping into my voice. "One moment he acts as though he desires me, and the next he plays the role of a saint, trapped by some damn rules, unable to touch his best friend's daughter. And the fun part? He's already kissed me, and it was far more than just a simple kiss."

"Wait, what? He kissed you?" Jennie's voice echoed with shock, mirrored by the astonishment etched on Nancy's face.

"Well... technically, I initiated the kiss, and he kissed me back. But then, he completely transformed into a different person, telling me in ten different ways that it was all wrong. And you know what's the most ironic part of it all? He knew all along that I had been obsessed with him from the very beginning."

"What?!" Nancy's voice cracked, as if she had been dropped from the top of a skyscraper,

"I have no doubt that you're a dumb birch," Mason interjected, his voice dripping with disdain. "You kissed him, had the chance to get close to him, and yet you couldn't seal the deal? How hard could it be to lure him into your room and take it from there? It was damn easy to fuck

him!"

I looked at him in disbelief, "Shut up, Mason! I am not going to rape him, at least."

"You're seriously a complete idiot," he retorted.

In response, all I could do was shoot him a withering glare.

"Evelyn, you still haven't grasped the true reason behind all of this," Jennie spoke up after what felt like an eternity of contemplation.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my confusion evident on my face.

She and Nancy exchanged a meaningful glance before Nancy spoke up, "The beast is already out of its cage; all it needs is a little provocation." "Hah! Do you think I haven't tried seducing him? Everything goes smoothly until he abruptly sabotages it just as things start to heat up."

"We're not talking about seduction, Evie. We're talking about something else entirely," Jennie smirked, her gaze shifting towards Mason.

Oh no... They couldn't possibly be suggesting...

Hell, they definitely were!

"No! I refuse to do this. You all know how gross I feel by the lovey-dovey stuff with a girl!" Mason almost shouted, breaking free from his bewildered stupor.

"Listen, Mason. It's just acting, and

besides, no one would even

Spect

you're gay unless you say it by yourself. You come across straight as fuck," Nancy reassured him.

"Guys, I really don't think this is a good idea, "I took the cue to speak.

"Don't even start with it, Evelyn. This is the last chance for your fling with your dad's best friend." Jennie scolded.

"For God's sake, he has a name! Why do you all insist on calling him like that?!"

They completely ignored my question and focused on their target which was Mason.

"I won't do this!" He glared.

"You have to do this. We've run out of options," Nancy, gripped his arm as if she already anticipated his attempt to flee.

"Let go of me, Nancy. I didn't come here to play a role in Evelyn's little fling," He desperately tried to get himself away from Nancy's grip, "I am not going to be a part of this stupid plan."

"Technically, you're the centerpiece of our 'stupid plan'," Jennie let out a laugh, and a suppressed chuckle threatened to escape my lips.

"I came here to flirt with guys, not to pretend as Evelyn's new love interest!" He cried out.

"No more discussion. You're doing it, and that's final," Nancy's voice escalated, frustration tingeing her tone, while Mason wore a deep frown.

"Don't be such a selfish jerk, Mason. It's a small favour for your friend, and it won't harm you," Jennie reasoned.

He fell silent for a few moments, his internal struggle evident on his face. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he relented, "Fine, I'll do it."