My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 111 Caught

Evelyn

"God, I can't even express how thrilled I am to have both of you here," Rosaline enveloped me in a tight hug the moment we walked in. "I've already set up the room for you two, and I've prepared a variety of dishes! I still can't believe my stupid son finally made a good decision."

"Well, technically, he didn't. I did," I chuckled as she released me from the hug.

"Really? So this idiot didn't even consider bringing you here to stay with us for a few days?" Her glare fixed on Jacob. "How dare you?!"

"Hey, don't start this, Evie. You're making trouble for me!" Jacob's disbelief turned to me, causing a giggle to escape my lips. He then faced his mother, his tone urgent. "Mom, trust me it was my idea to stay here. She's lying."

"Is she?" Enzo raised an eyebrow, munching on a packet of chips. "I don't think so, because you, my son, seem to prefer staying everywhere else but at home."

"Dad, I can't believe you're doing this right now. Should I spill your secrets to Mom?"

"What secrets?" Rosaline's attention swiftly shifted, a furrow forming between her eyebrows.

Well, this was certainly getting interesting.

"He's just bluffing," Enzo chuckled, seemingly unfazed. "I've got no secrets." Despite his confident demeanor, Jacob appeared equally assured. As this ridiculous confrontation continued, I pondered that it was either something Enzo had forgotten, or he knew of it but was unaware that Jacob was also privy to the information.

Yes, it had to be one of those. Having witnessed numerous clashes between Dad and Clara, I was adept at drawing conclusions.

A smirk formed at the corner of Jacob's lips before he spoke up. "Oh really? So you're saying you've quit smoking and strictly follow the doctor's advice now?"

And there it was-the bomb dropped.

Enzo's eyes widened in surprise, and he froze in place. Slowly, with palpable apprehension, his gaze shifted to Rosaline, whose expression had shifted dramatically—she appeared furious, her face flushed as if she were about to kill Enzo.

Okay...

"Tu monello!" (you brat) Enzo stood up, glaring at Jacob. "Come osi spiare tuo padre?" (How dare you spy on your father?)

My deduction was spot on. He wasn't aware that Jacob knew until now.

"I just happened to see you a couple of times. Besides, my eyes are everywhere," Jacob retorted smugly, clearly proud of cornering his dad. "So that means you do smoke!" Rosaline confronted Enzo, her hands clenched at her sides. "Sei uno stronzo!" (you are an asshole)

In a split second, Rosaline stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a large spatula.

Enzo's eyes widened further as he glanced between Rosaline and his son. "What the fuck have you done, Jacob?!"

Jacob chuckled in response, unwavered. "You deserved it, Dad. You shouldn't be smoking; the doctor forbade it."

"I'll wring your neck today!" Rosaline advanced toward him, and as I watched in disbelief, Enzo leaped off the couch and sprinted for the stairs, desperate to save his dear life.

"This is domestic violence, Rosaline! I can report you to the police!" Enzo shouted in alarm, running from her as she made advances to hit him. "I'll show you every kind of violence today, just wait and watch, you jerk! How dare you go near those cigarettes?!"

"Jacob, why don't you do something? Go, stop them!" I looked at Jacob.

"Don't worry. It's their usual banter. Nothing serious," He shrugged nonchalantly and strolled into the kitchen, helping himself to cookies.

I couldn't believe him!

Was he truly seeing no reason to intervene and halt their fight?

"What if things escalate?" Concern gnawed at me at this point.

He chuckled, gesturing for me to come closer. "Come here." "Why?"

"Just come, I'll explain."

Eyeing him suspiciously, I cautiously approached. With a swift motion, he lifted me and settled me on the kitchen counter, eliciting a gasp. Nestling between my thighs, his hands rested on my waist, his gaze locking with mine, his breath grazing my face.

"What's going on?" I blurted out, taken aback by the sudden closeness.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you to not worry about my mom and dad's fight."

"You wanted to do it like this?" I was truly bewildered. Was he fucking serious?

"They have their spats all the time, trust me. It's nothing serious." His attention shifted, his gaze lowering to the neckline of my top. "They'll e likely reconcile in a few minutes, and Dad will end up with some redness on his arse. That's Mom's usual aim," he mumbled, leaning in to kiss my neck. His lips made contact with my skin, sending shivers down my spine-he always had that effect on me.

"Jacob! What are you doing? We're in your parents' house."

"So what? Just because I'm here doesn't mean I can't touch my girlfriend. I have my own rights," he murmured, planting kisses along my jawline, and pulling me closer until our bodies met. "God, you're stunning."

"It'd be so embarrassing if they caught us like this!"

"I've seen them like this a thousand times," he chuckled. "Trust me, we all have. If they can act like this in front of us, why can't we?"

"Shameless!" I slapped him on the cheek.

"Did you just slap me?" He feigned shock, touching the spot where my light slap had landed. "Is this how you treat your boyfriend? No respect at all?" "Respect? My foot!" I chuckled, attempting to get off the counter, but he swiftly pulled me back.

"Stay. You're not allowed to leave until you pay for disrespecting me."

"Fine! I can give you ten dollars."

This time, he looked genuinely taken aback. "What? My respect is only worth ten dollars? What the actual fuck?"

Struggling to stifle my laughter, I continued, "Ten dollars is actually generous. Maybe two-two dollars is more appropriate."

I enjoyed provoking him, and his face turned various shades of red in response.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Totally."

"Then I'll get the truth out of you," he declared, his hands darting to my sides as he began to tickle me.

"Jacob, stop!" I giggled uncontrollably.

"Nope. Not until you admit I'm worth a million dollars."

"Having millions doesn't define worth. It's the character that counts," I managed to say amid laughter. "You're evil. So, you're... worth two bucks."

"You're only asking for trouble, baby," he chuckled, continuing his tickle assault.

"Just stating the truth," I laughed, tears forming in my eyes while his tickles persisted.

"You know, I think tickling won't cut it anymore. You've become quite disobedient believe..." His voice trailed off, his hands suddenly moving to my arse, grasping firmly. His sudden action caught me off guard, my breath still heavy from laughter. "I should just spank this beautiful arse of yours. It might be a better option."

"I'm definitely not allowing that," I

managed to protest, feeling a dryness in my throat and desires clouded my thoughts as his darkened eyes met mine. I was.

aware that I was teetering on

wn

the

edge of losing my composure. I couldn't afford to risk an embarrassing situation, especially with his parents possibly ending up

catching us like this.

I had the slightest grip on self-control around him, and I couldn't risk losing it.

"Well, you are," he murmured, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he drew me closer. Our chests met, lips almost brushing against each other

now. "Now, tell me, should we do it here or on the couch?"

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I couldn't complete my sentence as Rosaline's voice echoed, "What are you two doing?! Having sex?"