My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 153 Losing It

Jacob

I watched as my ex-girlfriend secretly downed one shot after another, oblivious to Samuel's absence. She hadn't realized that she didn't need to worry about him, since Samuel and Clara had left nearly forty- five minutes ago, leaving me in charge of the kids who were not-so kids in reality. But she didn't notice. Of course, how could she? She was too engrossed with her boy-toy and friends to even glance at anyone. Especially me.

It was as if I didn't fucking exist to her, and it bothered me. It really fucking did. I was so used to having her attention all on me, only me, that now, deprived of it, I felt like a teenager craving the attention of his favorite girl in college. It was fucked up, but it was the truth.

I wanted Evelyn's eyes on me as much as my eyes were on her. She was fucking mine to take and I didn't fucking like the idea of sharing but right now basically everyone had her but...not me.

I watched as she took another shot, Nancy sneaking it to her. Cameron chuckled as the liquor spilled at the corner of her mouth, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. My fists clenched, my jaw tightened, and my gaze hardened as anger coursed through every fiber of my being.

That bastard...

"Thank you," I heard Evelyn muster, her words almost slurred.

God! She was fucking drunk. A mess of wild hair and flushed cheeks, a beautiful disaster.

"And it's time for a dance!" a girl who had been sneaking glances at me announced. She stood up on the bench, swaying her hips as she took a drag from the cigarette in one hand and held a beer bottle in the other. "Get up, guys!"

Mason, already way too drunk to be around without the risk of vomiting and ruining this already shitty party, turned on the music on the box and stood up. His legs wobbled, yet his enthusiasm was surprisingly high. "Let's go!" He clapped, before attempting a whistle-though it sounded more like a broken squeak.

"No dance for me-I am too tired!" Jennie whined. "I need some tight sleep-I have a date tomorrow. So, bye!" She stood up, grabbing her bag, ready to leave. She looked sober, but not enough to be driving on her own.

"Hey," Nancy snapped. Despite downing a lot of shots like a total drunkard, she looked completely sober. "You can't drive. You're drunk."

I am driving?" Jennie flashed a sheepish smile.

blurted out, followed by a hiccup. She was

else." Jennie's reply caught me by surprise, and I

these days! God, they were

we are not fucking yet," Jennie chuckled. "Besides, that date I mentioned-It'd be the first meeting. So let's see how many inches of surprise he has or maybe not." "You guys are gross!" Evelyn grumbled,

my arms over my chest as I watched them. The music

knew Samuel and Danica, none of them were bold. They were like rabbits-too gentle. They'd

boiled. This was too much-her drinking was totally out of control. After so many shots of tequila, she

myself standing

at me with interest, their eyes scanning me up and down, sizing me up just like I sized Evelyn every time. What were their names? I probably heard them

one in the yellow top spoke up, twirling a lock of her curly hair around her finger as she took a sip of her drink. If she thought she looked seductive or even

other men, but not me. My eyes were only for one woman, who now stared at me

welcome," she let out, her tongue dryly licking her

those girls' faces, but before they could

I matched her tone, "I'm sorry to inform you, but your

sounded

allowed all of you to linger here and do whatever the shit you all have been doing-total spoiled brats.

her sides, her eyes sending daggers at me. "You can't tell me what to do and

test my patience, Evelyn," I warned, lowly, matching her heated gaze. "Get inside the

flicker of defiance still in her eyes, but she knew better than to push me further. The

fucking-" She tried to step closer, but Cameron

out to be the only sensible one yet still annoying as fuck. "It's late and everyone's drunk. Before things start spiraling out of control, we should