My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 69 The Long Night Of Whispers

Evelyn

My eyelids weighed a ton-super heavy. Like someone had hung dumbbells on them. I could sense the car seat behind me and the absence of that accursed morning sun, confirming that this wretched night was far from over.

But wait....why was I in the car? I was supposed to be at the club with my friends. My memories swirled in a tumultuous shitty dance, making it even harder to pry my eyes open and assess my surroundings. Did someone kidnap me? Oh no.

Okay, It was evident that I was still too drunk, probably even more so than I faintly remembered being the last time. Intoxication should fade with time, so why did mine seem to intensify? Damn it. God only knew what mess I had gotten myself into this time.

I just hoped it wasn't something too horrific-

My thoughts screeched to a halt as the memories began to trickle back, one by one, slowly and languidly, starting from the blonde guy forcing himself on me to Jacob's sudden appearance, until it all poured over me like a torrential downpour.

My eyes snapped open, and an involuntary groan escaped my lips as I pressed my fingertips against my throbbing temples.

Shit! I hated headaches. However, I'd rather carry this one rather than that terrible ache in my chest.

Jacob's voice broke through from beside me, confirming it was 'that ache' in my heart that now sat beside me instead. My gaze shot toward him.

His eyes remained fixed on the expansive road ahead; he'd only spared a quick glance in my direction.

"How long was I out?" I asked, my words slurred.

Damn it. If anything significant had happened during my blackout, it might just push me over the edge. I felt like a total drunkard.

"Maybe fifteen minutes," he replied, looking at me, "Are you feeling better now?"

I sighed, sinking deeper into the car seat. "I don't know," I admitted. "You tell me, do I look okay to you?" A soft giggle escaped my lips, seemingly beyond my control.

Duck— shit no, Fuck! God damn it, I had clearly lost my mind, and the worst part was that I didn't care. Deep down, in some hidden corner of my mind, I only hoped I hadn't landed myself in a mess.

I could sense he was taken aback by my reaction, but he didn't let it rattle him for long. Instead, he cleared his throat and offered me a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. It might help."

I swatted his hand away, causing the bottle to tumble inside the car. "I don't want that," I declared, hiccuping. "If you're getting me something, make it beer, or better yet, red wine." I flashed him a sheepish smile, another giggle slipping out. "Trust me, I'll keep it a secret, just like I kept our affair."

as he pulled over to the roadside. It felt like alcohol had heightened all my senses now,

at the same time, the idea was intriguing. I could now observe even the most subtle details, like how Jacob's Adam's apple bobbed, how each strand of his luscious hair fought not to fall over his face as he brushed them back with his fingers, and

of girls like me to keep falling for heartbreakers like him, over and over

sheer curiosity, I watched as Jacob Adriano reached for another water bottle from above rather than bothering to pick one from the bottom, "You need to drink some water, Evelyn. You can't have any

do what I want, and right now, I want alcohol. Swing

out

lips, silencing him. The sensation of them beneath my fingers felt intimately familiar because I had been used to their touch. To be honest, I'd

an open book; he had become a mystery, one that could inflict considerable pain if I tried to unravel it,

because my fingers were still pressed against his lips, or maybe it was because he had no words to offer. The latter option seemed more likely, and

have a thing for cheaters?" I asked, staring

be disappointed in you now. You're such a foolish old man, running back to a woman who's cheated on you who knows how many times-wow! Either you're incredibly forgiving and kind-hearted, which I doubt,

understand why I was laughing and smiling like a maniac, but I did know that it helped-helped to

God had played a cruel game on me, making this human being so beautiful, fully aware that I would fall for

hushed him, wagging a playful finger. "Don't speak now. Can't you see I'm not done yet? Ladies first,

me again, I spoke up, "Now,

instincts urged caution. I intervened, "Before you answer, you have to be honest." I pointed an accusing finger at him, then poked his chest, immediately regretting it as the solid, rock-hard surface hurt my

his chest beneath the black fabric of his t-shirt. I

need to go home. You need rest,

my home. Your home is Chloe;

his head. As he tried to restart the car, I

to shift to his seat and straddle him. The car's handl@pressed

mess otherwise.

What was he trying to avoid? Closeness? It couldn't be that; otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here so still. "No! You can't just do this, alright? You can't

veins on his neck standing out, and his breath quickening. Maybe it wasn't avoidance; perhaps he was

can't... can't answer you," he

asked, my voice unexpectedly

can't. That's all

What's going on with you?" I

to realize that my own destruction was a magnificent masterpiece, all intact, while I remained in pieces-ugly and

to cheat on her too?" My voice barely rose above a whisper as I pressed my forehead against his, letting out a trembling sigh. His eyes closed first, and mine followed suit. "They say eyes can't lie, so how come I see things in yours

welled in my eyes and streamed down