My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 155 Nothing Fading

Evelyn

The morning light pierced through my eyelids, stirring me from my slumber. As I blinked open my eyes, I winced, immediately assaulted by a pounding headache. No, I hadn't just become aware of it; the ache had been lurking even in my dreams.

Fuck this!

A soft groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my throbbing temples. Memories from last night floated hazily in my mind, elusive and fragmented. I recalled being with my friends, pretending to have a good time, Jacob, Clara, and Dad on the patio. Then Dad and Clara had apparently left, but what happened next?

Fuck! What did I do after they left?

I pushed myself upright, bracing my weight on my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Think, Evelyn. Get your shit together and think," I urged my brain to piece together the events of last night, but all I got in return was a surge of pain, likely a consequence of drowning myself in alcohol. The sharp ache shot from my eyebrows to the back of my skull, and another groan slipped past my lips.

This headache was definitely an alcohol-induced one. My hangovers were usually just like this.

How many shots did I take last night? Did I stick to beer, or, worse, did I down every concoction Mason and Nancy brought?

Fuck! I just hoped I hadn't smoked any marijuana.

Probably not, considering Jacob was there. He would have probably snatched it away before I could even take a drag.

As I rose from the bed, I noticed my slippers neatly placed by the rug, which struck me as odd. I never bothered with slippers; usually, I'd endure the cold floor due to sheer laziness. Before I could ponder further, my attention was drawn to the unusual sight on the nightstand: a tablet lying there.

Slipping on the slippers, I made my way to the nightstand and picked up the tablet. It was the same pill I took to dull my headaches.

Clara!

This had to be her doing. To spare me from Dad's wrath, she must have left this tablet here for me.

I grabbed the glass of water and swallowed the tablet.

on the events of last night, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up,

have been preoccupied with my friends last night. Even though I couldn't recall anything, I could trust myself enough—I wasn't about to let him

my hair and slipped on a comfy t-shirt and shorts. As I descended the stairs, the inevitable sight that I dreaded, greeted me in the morning: Jacob, sitting on the couch in his casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt that hugged his

at the sight of him. This was the very sight I deep down missed every damn morning-the messy hair, those beautiful veins in his arms standing out, and lips that looked plumper than ever. The morning view of him was worth a

my feet before settling on my face, totally fixated, and I knew they wouldn't budge. Knowing him, I knew it for sure. So, without wasting my time, I headed for the kitchen, feeling his gaze

in the kitchen, preparing our breakfast. I stood beside her. "Good morning,

she chuckled. "Had quite

my eyes, "Too much that I don't even remember what happened. By

looked at me confused, her hands pausing from slicing the tomato. "What are you

dread crawling up my insides. "So, was it Dad?! God, I'm so dead. Did

about?" She dropped the knife and turned to me, her hands on

What the hell?

She didn't know?

was going

at her, bewilderment covering my face. "Did

leave before your dad.

So, as for your worry, your dad didn't catch you drunk, nor did

why did you

drunk,

how

and Dad weren't

in charge of taking my drunk ass to my room and tucking me in bed.

Kiss, hug, make

knew how much I loved it, more than beer. "I took the med that apparently

Jacob

guest," I shrugged, feeling something strange crawl up my skin. I couldn't shake it off, even though I was trying to avoid feeling anything at all after this sudden, shocking,

of so many things that could have or might have happened last

around the glass bottle, a cold bead of sweat forming

filtering into the room,

I muttered, closing my eyes