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."

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 now, making even the faintest sound

Jacob's Adam's apple bobbed, how each strand of his luscious hair fought not to fall over his face

like me to keep falling for heartbreakers like him, over

another water bottle from above rather than bothering to pick one from the bottom,

his nose playfully. "You don't get to decide what I do, okay? I'll do what

let out

finger against his 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 prefer

to read him because he was no longer an open book; he had become a mystery, one that could

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

I asked, staring at

on you, yet you're running back to her like a crazed dog," I laughed, finally withdrawing my fingers from his lips. "It's amusing, your choices. You know, even your late parents must 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

and smiling like a maniac, but I did know that it helped-helped to

his features. Even in the shadows, he looked captivating. God had played a cruel game on me, making this

finger. "Don't speak now. Can't you

"Now, tell me

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

beneath the black fabric of his t-shirt. I felt bad for it-the poor T-shirt

You need rest, okay?" he said softly,

don't. And don't just say 'home," I slurred, attempting to make sense. "It's my home. Your home is Chloe; they say the people you love are your home. So, it's Chloe for

he tried to restart the car,

and straddle him. The car's handl@pressed against my back, giving me some semblance of stability, because judging by how dizzy

mess otherwise.

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, frowning

in his arms, the veins on his neck standing out, and

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

I asked, my voice unexpectedly

all

to my face again. What's going on with you?" I cupped

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

forehead against his, letting out a trembling sigh. His eyes closed first, and

welled in my eyes and