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.

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

even wrap my head around it. Even his eyes had deceived me when he 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 times he held me in his arms, the moments when he wiped my tears and filled me with joy, those nights he made love to me-did his eyes ever reflect the truth,

are so

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

over

should destroy it. Yes, I should fucking

from the bed, and seized the canvas, and a pair of scissors. Just as I was about to pierce his

is it?" I inquired, my

and be done with it, or maybe dig another grave beside him solely for me because I simply did not know how I was supposed to live without him. I wondered if he had any inkling of the pain he'd caused me. I bet he had not even

Jacob had played me. They made me look like a fool when I was

unmistakable voice of my tormentor

This jerk...

I shouted from within my room, my legs instinctively carrying me to the door, although I didn't open it. I merely stood firmly

of this man to sound so calm and collected when I was a complete

laughed bitterly-he

me, "Now you

You didn't bother to 'talk' when you decided to break my fucking

of a person

my face, hurling those cruel words and insults at me without hesitation, calling me a distraction in ten different ways. So why

if I'll ever see you again, hold you in my arms," his voice cracked, "Can

matter of a single

to be close again when he was the one who got away? Why should I be the one to forgive his mistakes, knowing full well

mind told me not

shouldn't open the door. This is the right

leave, so he should stay away

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

No, I shouldn't...

I found myself grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. His face came into view, instantly erasing every thought in my mind. This was one of the many times when I felt like hating God for

wrist and with a swift motion, I threw him onto the bed, slamming the door