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.

at my core. My skin prickled, but not with desire-instead, it was

to 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, 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

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 had concealed under

The same heart he didn't give two flying fucks about before

let myself enjoy another man's touch. But as this guy

had indeed ruined

the harsh reality or the pain. I had

broke the 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 bad at people or else how had I blindly believed every word Jacob Adriano said, all the way along,

I can't..." I stammered, struggling

wrong?" he asked,

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

was fucked up in more ways

I smoothed my dress and 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 couldn't stand anyone else's touch on me because it only reminded

down my thigh. His rough fingertips brushed over my skin, making

away from me, "Get

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

when he'd offered me a drink with a smile, they had seemed harmless, but now they bore a vicious look that sent shivers

had foolishly put myself in this

free from his hold. I stumbled backward, creating a few inches of space between us, nearly

flashed in his 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 around and, navigating through the tightly packed crowd, reached the

halting in my tracks

heels; Everything seemed blurred, like a broken television with lines of black appearing on

security guard here, or, if luck was not on my side, none at all. This club seemed like it was still under construction, with

getting raped today- the thought itself shook

sinister smirk curling on his lips as he observed my bruised ankles. "I don't think you can run very far." God!

my voice steady, to suppress the trembling, but it was a futile effort. I was already shaking uncontrollably. "I... I

was nowhere to run, and the fear that