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.

skin prickled, but not with desire-instead, it was a feeling that made

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

hand wandered upward, groping my 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

heart he didn't give two flying fucks about before crushing it under his feet. Cruelly and

vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to let myself enjoy another man's touch. But as this guy pressed his lips

ruined me for other

harsh reality or the pain. I had to

kiss and pulled away from the guy. My breathing came out in pants, and tears teetered on the edge of rolling down my 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 then again, I knew nothing. I was

I stammered, struggling to

he asked, stepping

a pounding headache attacked me. I couldn't seem to break free from this haze- Clara had said it right—I shouldn't

I was fucked up in more ways than

grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to

ear, his hand slowly creeping down my thigh. His rough fingertips brushed over my skin,

grip away from me, "Get

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 this point, I didn't even know if the memories would stop bombarding my head or if I would stay

me a drink with a smile, they had seemed harmless, but now they bore a vicious look that sent shivers down my spine, "Stop

to keep my phone with me, but I had foolishly put myself in this predicament. Grief had

force I could muster, breaking free from his hold. I stumbled backward,

eyes, and his jaw clenched. I knew I couldn't take on this six-foot-tall bastard, so I did the most sensible thing I could think of—I turned

my tracks and quickly

balance in my high heels; Everything seemed blurred, like a broken television

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

the thought itself

you think you're going, Senorita?" His voice echoed from behind me, a sinister smirk curling on his lips as he observed my

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

me, and I instinctively stepped back. There was nowhere to run, and the fear that fleeing too far might lead to an even worse outcome