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.

unsettling sensation gnawed at my core. My skin prickled, but not with desire-instead,

his pace. But the more I pushed myself into it, the stronger the opposing force became this force was far more potent, laden with pain and the harsh reality I had been avoiding. Broken hopes and shattered dreams, memories and regrets-it was like a relentless, ferocious beast tearing at me from the inside, rending my insides

breast, 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 there-softly and deliberately, leaving his marks that I still

there, in every beat of my heart. The same heart he didn't give two flying fucks about

threatened to blur my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to let myself enjoy another man's touch. But as this guy pressed his lips to mine again, it all came crashing down on

indeed ruined

or the pain. I had to

cheeks, making me appear as the only 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 gotten their hearts broken by the ones they had loved. But

I stammered, struggling

what's wrong?" he asked, stepping

head in a loop- a pounding headache attacked me.

fucked up in more ways than

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

I can tell you're not a virgin," he chuckled into my ear, his hand slowly creeping down my thigh. His rough fingertips brushed over my skin,

his grip away from me,

drunk to maintain my composure. My heart raced, the pain intensified with each passing second, and at this point, I

attitude, huh?" He seized my jaw under his bruising 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

me to keep my phone with me, but I had foolishly put myself in this predicament. Grief had made me blind and these consequences,

of me, you bastard," I pushed at his chest with all the force I could muster, breaking free from his

did the most sensible thing I could think of—I turned around and, navigating through the tightly packed crowd, reached the bar. I hastily grabbed my purse, but before I could find my phone, I spotted that

my

blurred, like a broken television with lines of black appearing on the

narrow exit, heading 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

raped today- the

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

just leave," I tried to keep my voice steady, to suppress the trembling, but it was

was nowhere to run, and the fear that fleeing too far might lead to an even worse outcome paralyzed