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.

a pounding headache would have been unbearable. Deciding not to dwell on the events of last night, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, vigorously brushing my teeth to rid myself of the lingering scent of alcohol. But beneath it, there was another familiar scent,

anything, I could trust myself

shorts. As I descended the stairs, the inevitable sight that I dreaded, greeted me

out, and lips that looked plumper than ever. The morning view of him was worth a

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

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

quite the fun

remember what happened. By the way, thank you for leaving the pill for me my headache

looked at me confused, her hands pausing from

insides. "So, was it

turned to me, her hands on her hips.

What the hell?

She didn't know?

was going

looked at her, bewilderment

didn't leave before

take care of," she clarified. "But only Jacob was there, not us. So, as for your worry, your dad didn't catch you drunk, nor did I,

why did you

drunk,

know how terrible headaches

Clara and Dad weren't there last

in charge of taking my drunk ass to my room and

with Jacob, and I didn't even trust myself enough to not do anything sexual around him. Did we do anything? Kiss, hug, make out? Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't even remember anything. "Evelyn." Clara's voice brought me back to the

the fridge and retrieving the bottle of chilled orange juice-a staple in our household because Dad knew how much I loved

maybe Jacob left

of us are living right now, given that one is an unwanted guest," I shrugged, feeling something strange crawl up my skin. I couldn't shake it

many things that could have or might have happened

of sweat

face being close to mine, the moonlight filtering into the room, his body pressed against mine,

closing my