My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 255

Sienna

I didn't want to go. Didn't even want to get ready. And yet, by five, I found myself finishing my work early, replying to emails, doing my hair, adding a little makeup, and even picking out a cute outfit.

Maybe... because I knew Mom would side with Alex anyway.

Yeah. That was it. Nothing else.

I dabbed a little perfume on my wrists and neck, and my phone binged. I already knew who it was.

"Are you ready, or do I need to come up and get your ass down here?"

So aggressive, considering I was fully ready. Oh well. He didn't know that.

"Wait a minute," I texted back, confused at how... normal I felt texting him. Was something wrong with me?

Contrary to my thoughts, I grabbed my shoulder bag and walked downstairs, humming a tune. Mom sprawled on the couch, popcorn in hand, glued to the TV. God, she was adorable.

"Oh my dear Evelyn," I chuckled as I reached her, kissing her cheek before snagging a piece of popcorn. "When are you going to drop your obsession with dramas?"

As I turned to leave, she sat up, mouth full.

"Wait..." Her words were garbled but I understood. "Where are you going?"

"With a friend. I'll be back soon—don't worry."

"Wait! What friend?" She swallowed and paused the TV, looking at me.

I sighed. "It's Alex, Mom."

"Oh." Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. I quickly leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No more questions—I'm out."

The lift carried me down as I tuned mom's questions down, and as I stepped outside, I froze.

A bike. Black. Massive—like a monster.

A man leaned casually against it—a man I knew.

"A bike?" I whispered, glancing at it, then at him. His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate. My choice of long jeans and a crop top suddenly felt... both smart and pointless. He could see through it all. He always could.

"You look cute," he said after a long, appraising moment.

Before I could respond, his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing me between his legs.

I blinked, startled, my heart lurching. His face was dangerously close, his breath brushing my skin. My pulse raced, and I struggled to breathe normally.

"Ever been on a bike, Flower?" His voice was low, smooth, tinged with amusement. Mint and something else—something him—hit me, sparking a dangerous heat I tried to ignore. Something about him was strangely...enchanting.

"I... don't clearly remember," I admitted, swallowing hard.

Calm down, Sienna.

That smirk—oh God, that smirk—spread across his lips. "Then what do you remember? That crappy scent of worn leather and your ex's dirty car?"

My jaw dropped. "You are actually a fucking asshole!" I shoved him and stepped back.

He chuckled at my reaction, then grabbed a helmet and placed it over my head.

"Hey—" I started, but he lifted the visor just enough to see me.

"Let's go, Flower." His smile was unreadable behind the visor, but I could feel it.

"Where are we going?" I asked, though a part of me didn't want to know.

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