My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 11 : Alone With The Temptation

Evelyn

"Evelyn, rise and shine! We can't afford to be tardy," Clara nudged me, determined to rouse me from my slumber whilst I tried to sink my head into the pillow.

"Not today, Clara. My head is throbbing like a war drum," I groaned.

"Did you drink alcohol last night?" Her keen observation was almost immediate; Of course, she couldn't miss the scent of liquor.

"Don't breathe a word to Dad, but yes. I may have consumed an entire bottle."

God! The consequences were evident in my pounding head and queasy stomach.

"Why did you overdo it? You know your tolerance for strong liquor is lacking," she sighed, sitting beside me.

I couldn't reveal the true reason, could I? Absolutely not.

"I simply wanted to let loose and have some fun, but I went a little too far with the alcohol. Perhaps sticking to beer would have been wiser," I confessed, turning on my back and pinching the bridge of my nose, "The idea of having fun fucked me up."

Of course, it was a lie. Every syllable that escaped my lips, save for my complaints of a pounding headache and a churning stomach, was nothing but a big fat lie-I had not simply drunk for the sake of enjoyment.

First I drank last night because I had finally managed to make Jacob jealous, and then I went overboard with it because the worry of him changing his stupid mind shrouded my mind.

So technically the main reason behind this hangover was none other than Jacob Adriano.

"Yes, you should have," Clara sighed, "Because this pounding headache of yours is anything but delightful, isn't it?"

"Indeed, it's unbearable. I simply need some rest," I declared, "You all can go ahead. I've grown tired of Dad's monotonous yacht excursions anyway."

The truth was, I had been on countless yacht tours with Dad, and even without this wretched hangover, today's itinerary failed to pique my interest.

I'm leaving you like this," she scolded, her eyes filled with

the plan because of me," I shot

now, I'll stay by your side and take care of you," she declared, gently brushing my dishevelled hair away from my forehead. "Now, be still and lie

single moment together," I implored, clasping her hands in mine. "Remember, I planned this entire destination wedding with one goal in mind: to give both

"But, Evie..."

plans. I want you and Dad to relish every second and

she finally relented

I launched myself into her embrace, just as I

a few conditions," she added,

Well...this was new.

"What are they?"

while I'm away, and absolutely no alcohol for the rest of the

a few hours," I rolled

not?"

"Fine, deal."

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solace in the medication Clara had provided. It had worked wonders, relieving me of the weight of

felt better.

plans without me had been no easy task. My excessive drinking had earned me a handful of his

a few workers who solely remained busy with the tasks at

be honest, my entire life had been like that, no matter how my father tried to make it all go smoothly. Being a single parent was no easy feat yet he made it. Regrettably, I couldn't claim to have been the epitome of an ideal daughter

the worst corners of my

another insidious idea crept into my mind the worry that Jacob could potentially fall prey to manipulative individuals like Gloria and her claws- That man is stupid and too polite sometimes. The mere notion sent a wave of regret crashing over me, making me curse my decision to remain behind instead of joining everyone on

are so stupid,

further delay, I made my way to the closet to grab

seemed random, but the soothing rhythm of the water would surely help me find respite

So why delay?