My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 69

Evelyn

My eyelids weighed a ton—super heavy. Like someone had hung dumbbells on them. I could sense the car seat behind me and the absence of that accursed morning sun, confirming that this wretched night was far from over.

But wait....why was I in the car? I was supposed to be at the club with my friends. My memories swirled in a tumultuous shitty dance, making it even harder to pry my eyes open and assess my surroundings.

Did someone kidnap me? Oh no.

Okay, It was evident that I was still too drunk, probably even more so than I faintly remembered being the last time. Intoxication should fade with time, so why did mine seem to intensify? Damn it.

God only knew what mess I had gotten myself into this time.

I just hoped it wasn't something too horrific—

My thoughts screeched to a halt as the memories began to trickle back, one by one, slowly and languidly, starting from the blonde guy forcing himself on me to Jacob's sudden appearance, until it all poured over me like a torrential downpour.

My eyes snapped open, and an involuntary groan escaped my lips as I pressed my fingertips against my throbbing temples.

Shit! I hated headaches. However, I'd rather carry this one rather than that terrible ache in my chest.

Jacob's voice broke through from beside me, confirming it was 'that ache' in my heart that now sat beside me instead. My gaze shot toward him.

His eyes remained fixed on the expansive road ahead; he'd only spared a quick glance in my direction.

"How long was I out?" I asked, my words slurred.

Damn it. If anything significant had happened during my blackout, it might just push me over the edge. I felt like a total drunkard.

"Maybe fifteen minutes," he replied, looking at me, "Are you feeling better now?"

I sighed, sinking deeper into the car seat. "I don't know," I admitted. "You tell me, do I look okay to you?" A soft giggle escaped my lips, seemingly beyond my control.

Duck— shit no, Fuck! God damn it, I had clearly lost my mind, and the worst part was that I didn't care. Deep down, in some hidden corner of my mind, I only hoped I hadn't landed myself in a mess.

I could sense he was taken aback by my reaction, but he didn't let it rattle him for long. Instead, he cleared his throat and offered me a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. It might help."

I swatted his hand away, causing the bottle to tumble inside the car. "I don't want that," I declared, hiccuping. "If you're getting me something, make it beer, or better yet, red wine." I flashed him a sheepish smile, another giggle slipping out. "Trust me, I'll keep it a secret, just like I kept our affair."

He emitted a sigh almost like one of those whispers underneath your breath , perhaps trying to conceal his hesitation, as he pulled over to the roadside. It felt like alcohol had heightened all my senses now, making even the faintest sound or movement impossible to miss.

Did I just stumble upon some sort of superpower? Fuck, It felt utterly ridiculous, but at the same time, the idea was intriguing. I could now observe even the most subtle details, like how Jacob's Adam's apple bobbed, how each strand of his luscious hair fought not to fall over his face as he brushed them back with his fingers, and how his skin seemed to glow even in the absence of any light.

The audacity of girls like me to keep falling for heartbreakers like him, over and over again!

With sheer curiosity, I watched as Jacob Adriano reached for another water bottle from above rather than bothering to pick one from the bottom, "You need to drink some water, Evelyn. You can't have any more alcohol tonight, at least not right now."

I leaned in and tapped his nose playfully. "You don't get to decide what I do, okay? I'll do what I want, and right now, I want alcohol. Swing by a shop and get me some, will you?"

He let out a sigh. "Evelyn..."

I slowly pressed my finger against his lips, silencing him. The sensation of them beneath my fingers felt intimately familiar because I had been used to their touch. To be honest, I'd prefer them over mine now, without caring about the consequences or my ego.

"You know what, Jacob? You're really something else," I chuckled, tilting my head as though I were dissecting him, which, in truth, I was. I was trying to read him because he was no longer an open book; he had become a mystery, one that could inflict considerable pain if I tried to unravel it, "You act like you care about me, but then you do things that tell a different story. What are you, really? You don't seem human anymore."

He remained silent, his gaze fixed—maybe because my fingers were still pressed against his lips, or maybe it was because he had no words to offer. The latter option seemed more likely, and if it were true, I had even fewer reasons to worry because I wouldn't remember any of this the next morning.

"Do you have a thing for cheaters?" I asked, staring at him, suppressing a smile.

"Chloe cheated on you, yet you're running back to her like a crazed dog," I laughed, finally withdrawing my fingers from his lips. "It's amusing, your choices. You know, even your late parents must be disappointed in you now. You're such a foolish old man, running back to a woman who's cheated on you who knows how many times—wow! Either you're incredibly forgiving and kind-hearted, which I doubt, or you're just plain idiotic. I think it's the latter. It has to be!"

I didn't understand why I was laughing and smiling like a maniac, but I did know that it helped—helped to alleviate the pain, even if only by a fraction. Every bit counted, didn't it?

"Evelyn, I—" He started with a sigh, hesitance etched all over his features. Even in the shadows, he looked captivating. God had played a cruel game on me, making this human being so beautiful, fully aware that I would fall for him and shatter my own heart.

But all I could see was how incredibly handsome he was! It hurt to realize that my own destruction was a magnificent masterpiece, all intact, while I remained in pieces—ugly and broken