My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 75 Seal It With A Kiss

Evelyn

"Fucking bastard," I muttered into the pillow, unable to suppress my sobs any longer. They had been building up over the past few hours, and now they flowed freely. No matter what I did they wouldn't stop.

That Italian piece of shit regarded me as nothing more than a disposable toy, someone he could use at his convenience. When he decided it was no longer suitable or fit his so-called sudden morals, he concocted twisted games to cast me aside. Did he see himself as a deity? Or maybe Jesus Christ? The only one responsible for making things right?

Who gave him the right to define what was right? Certainly not me. I never once implied it, yet this sick motherfucker chose to play god.

If he fucking knew it was wrong, why did he fucking took it so far? If he really had to play god, why didn't he play it sooner and spare me from the heartache?!

I held no expectations for my mother; that much I could admit. Her actions hurt, but Jacob... How could he? How could he just change his mind after a simple lecture from someone? Was he that easily influenced? He was not a five-year-old kid to be influenced!

What was going on inside his head anyway?

Not only did he deceive me, but he also fucking shattered me.

That despicable bastard... I would never forgive him. Never.

The fact that one conversation could cause him to abandon all the promises and dreams he shared with me made it clear that he never truly loved me.

"That bastard never fucking loved me," I cried out, curling into a ball on the bed and hugging myself, "Coward! A bloody coward!"

To be honest I was the bigger idiot here. So fucking naive and foolish.

Why did I risk falling in love with a man like him? A man so far out of reach and so sinful to even look at. I should have realised from the beginning that it would lead to disaster. But fuck me! I was reckless, I willingly jumped into the abyss and dove deep, all the way knowing that climbing up to the surface would be harder than ever. Simply impossible.

Hell! I knew the dangers that lurked there. His sinful green eyes and a face too perfect to be real should have been warning signs. They should have been enough to alert me that he was a red flag, a ticking time bomb. Yet, I still dove headfirst into the chaos.

My desires clouded my judgment. They stripped me of my senses and left me broken. And now, here I stood, losing everything I had held onto.

lie to me all this time? How could he do this to me?" I sobbed, speaking to myself, as there was no one else I felt comfortable sharing my vulnerability with. I hated feeling like this but Jacob had taken away everything and left only this

uttered those cruel words. He was heartless and cruel. I now found myself questioning if all those times he had spent with me, the kisses, the

Evelyn. You are so fucking

I cried, sitting up and wiping my tears away. My gaze shifted to the portrait of

'mistake' over

Yes, I should fucking

canvas, and a pair of scissors. Just as I was about to

inquired, my

to live without him. I wondered if he had any inkling of the pain he'd caused me. I bet he had not even spared a thought before getting himself involved in this senseless act. This

made me look like a fool when I was silently dying in pain,

Evelyn," the unmistakable voice of my tormentor emanated from behind

This jerk...

from here!" I shouted from within my room, my legs instinctively carrying me to the door, although I didn't open

a while?" The audacity of this man to sound so calm and collected when I was a complete mess. He had made

I laughed bitterly-he had

"Now

you decided to break my fucking heart, heed

a person you

hurling those cruel words and insults at me without hesitation, calling me a distraction in ten different ways. So why the hell do you need

tonight, Evelyn. I don't know if I'll ever see you again, hold you in my arms," his voice cracked, "Can you please let me in and let us be like the old times, just

a single second, though I didn't want it to. I certainly didn't want it

I give him a chance to be close again when he was the one who got away? Why should I be the one to

told me not to open the

shouldn't open the door. This is the

so he should stay away for the rest of

spoke again, his voice coaxing my inflamed heart, "I know I've made

No, I shouldn't...

came into view, instantly erasing every thought in my mind. This was one of the many times when I felt like hating God for creating

say more, I grabbed his wrist and with a swift