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."

almost like one of those whispers underneath your breath, perhaps trying to conceal his hesitation, as he pulled over to the roadside. It felt like alcohol had heightened all my senses

how Jacob's Adam's apple bobbed, how each strand of his luscious hair fought

keep falling for heartbreakers like

as Jacob Adriano reached for another water bottle from above rather than bothering to pick one from the

playfully. "You don't get to decide what I do, okay? I'll do what I want, and right now, I want alcohol. Swing by a shop and

let out a

my fingers felt intimately familiar because I had been used to their touch. To be honest, I'd prefer them over

to read him because he was no longer an open book; he had become a mystery, one that could inflict considerable pain if I tried to unravel it, "You act

was because he had no words to offer. The latter option seemed more likely, and if it were true, I had even fewer reasons to worry

cheaters?" I asked, staring at him, suppressing

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, or you're just plain idiotic. I think it's the latter. It has

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

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

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

interrupt me again, I spoke up, "Now, tell me something," I

answer, but my drunken 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

I glanced at his chest beneath the black fabric of his t-shirt. I felt bad for it-the poor T-shirt had to leave the Armani store only

rest, okay?" he said

just say 'home," I slurred, attempting to make sense. "It's my home. Your home is Chloe; they say the people you love are

to restart the car, I grabbed his

made the ridiculous choice to shift to his seat and straddle him. The car's handl@pressed against my back, giving me some semblance of stability, because judging by how

mess otherwise.

my hips, and his head rested against the seat as I leaned in closer. 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 run away-you have to answer me!" I clutched his jacket,

silent. I could sense the tension in his body, the rigidity in his arms, the veins on his neck standing out, and

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

my voice unexpectedly

That's all you need to

the courage to say it to my face again. What's going on with you?" I cupped his face, a pout forming on my lips as I studied him,

was how incredibly handsome he was! It hurt to realize that my own destruction was a magnificent masterpiece, all

now? Are you planning 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

in my eyes and streamed down without