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.

strange, unsettling sensation gnawed at my core. My skin prickled, but not with desire-instead, it was a feeling that

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,

down to my exposed neck. Each place his lips

heart. The same heart he didn't give two

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 me. I could never move on

had indeed ruined me for other

escape from the harsh reality or the

I hastily 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

struggling to form a coherent

what's wrong?" he

words swirled inside my head in a loop- a pounding headache attacked me. I couldn't seem to break free from this haze- Clara had said it right—I shouldn't have avoided

up in

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

ear, his hand slowly creeping down my thigh. His rough fingertips brushed over my skin, making me want to run away and shield myself, "So

I yanked his grip away from me, "Get away from

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

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

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 wanted

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

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 bar. I hastily grabbed my purse, but before

my tracks

high heels; Everything seemed blurred, like a broken television with lines of black appearing on the screen. Damn it, I had never been in a situation like this, so I had no

I found the backdoor. I slipped out of the club through 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

could end up getting raped today- the thought itself shook me

his lips as he observed my bruised ankles. "I don't think you can

leave," 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 want to do

was nowhere to run, and the fear that fleeing too far might