My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 66 Revisiting Demons

Evelyn

I had broken the promise-yeah, I was already wasted and feeling absolutely horrible about breaking the commitment I made to my dad. The effects of the liquor were hot and heavy, enveloping me completely. A stranger had his arms wrapped around me from behind, swaying our bodies in sync with the pulsating music that resonated throughout the club. The place was packed, like a colony of huddled penguins, leaving barely any space to move, let alone make my way to the bar for another drink.

All I wanted was more alcohol. I just wanted it. That's it-It was that insatiable craving a strange itch.

Had I already drowned half of the pain away?

I thought I had, until the guy, whose name I hadn't even bothered to catch, yet found it absolutely fucking normal to let him grind against me, spun me around. Our eyes locked; his were a captivating shade of baby blue, but they paled in comparison to the emerald eyes that haunted my dreams and imprisoned my soul.

Okay...so, I still haven't succeeded.

Jacob was still embedded deep in my damn mind.

"You are absolutely stunning," he murmured, his hands descending to my butt, giving them a squeeze before drawing me closer. Our chests collided, and the scent of his cologne enveloped my senses- it was good but not as good as his.

Wasn't this what I wanted? Someone else to make me forget, right? Then why the fuck everything only reminded me of him?

What the hell was wrong with me?!

Even here, amidst the alcohol, under the intoxicating influence of liquor, I still yearned for him to be with me- instead of this guy, I wanted him, holding me in his arms. It was his cologne saturating my senses. His embrace, that skin-to-skin contact, the scent of his breath, and... his lips on mine.

Damn it, I had promised myself that I'd forget him!

Without a second thought, I wound my arms around the guy's neck. One of my hands tangled into his blonde locks-smooth but not as smooth as my heartbreaker's nonetheless felt good enough between my fingers. Then, I pressed my lips against his.

He responded instantly, his tongue grazing my lips before slipping into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

With each stroke of his tongue, memories flooded my mind-starting from the day his lips first claimed mine in the pool. How his hands explored every inch of my body, and how we spent those nights entwined in my bed, lost in each other, lost in our passion- Jacob Adriano dumped me yet, not even a single strand of my body bothered to forget about him or even make an attempt to do so.

but not

force myself to continue kissing the guy, trying to match his pace. But the more I pushed myself into it, the stronger the opposing force became this force was far more potent,

he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to my exposed neck. Each place his lips touched reminded me of how Jacob had kissed me

beat of my heart. The same heart he didn't give two flying fucks

But as this guy pressed his lips to mine again, it all came crashing down on

indeed ruined me for

couldn't escape from the harsh reality or the pain.

wreck amidst these people who had come here to enjoy their nights-perhaps not to drown their sorrows because unlike me they might have not

can't..." I stammered, struggling to form a

wrong?" he asked,

of Jacob kept flashing before my eyes, and his cold words swirled inside my head in a loop- a pounding headache attacked me. I couldn't seem to break free

fucked up in more ways

to leave the club, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his body. My own body shuddered in disgust. I

His rough fingertips brushed over my skin, making me want to run away and shield myself, "So why don't you drop the act and let me fuck

yanked his grip away from me, "Get away

free from him, he grabbed me again, this time with more force than before. I was already too drunk to maintain my composure. My heart raced, the pain intensified with each passing second, and at

grip. His once-innocent blonde hair falling over his blue eyes now looked anything but innocent like when he'd offered me a drink with a smile, they had seemed harmless, but now they bore a vicious look that sent shivers down my spine, "Stop being so damn difficult," his grip tightened as his other hand snaked around my waist, "I know you want

at the bar. Mason had warned me to keep my phone with me, but I had foolishly put myself in this predicament. Grief had made me blind and these consequences, I didn't know what they were going to do to me- I just

muster, breaking free from his hold. I stumbled

on this six-foot-tall bastard, so I did the most sensible thing I could think of—I turned around and, navigating through the tightly packed

my

high heels; Everything seemed blurred, like a broken television with lines of black appearing on the screen. Damn it,

toward the parking lot. There had to be at least one security guard here, or, if luck was not on my side, none at all. This club seemed like it was still under construction, with the upper floors vacant and in desperate need of work. From the outside, it resembled a den of darkness-a devil's lair. As for Mason's friend? Clearly, it was all a ruse to get here, and now I deeply regretted my

end up getting raped today- the

Senorita?" His voice echoed from behind me, a sinister smirk curling on his lips as he observed my bruised ankles. "I don't

steady, to suppress the trembling, but it was a futile effort. I was already shaking uncontrollably. "I... I don't want to

stepped back. There was nowhere to run, and the fear that