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.

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

I couldn't recall anything, I could trust myself enough—I

I dried 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

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 billion dollars, but even if I had a billion dollars, I

budge. Knowing him, I knew it for sure. So, without wasting my time, I headed for the kitchen, feeling his gaze track every step until I disappeared into the

already in the kitchen, preparing our

she chuckled. "Had quite the

that I don't even remember what happened. By the way, thank you for leaving the pill

at me confused, her hands

"So, was it Dad?! God, I'm so dead. Did he

and turned to

What the hell?

She didn't know?

What was going

I looked at her, bewilderment covering my face. "Did you

leave before your

you kids for Jacob to take care of," she clarified. "But only Jacob was there, not us. So, as for your

is, why did

drunk,

turned serious. "You know how terrible headaches you suffer from

Clara and Dad weren't

person to be in charge of taking my drunk ass to

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

because Dad knew how much I loved it, more than

Jacob

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 off, even though I was trying to avoid feeling anything at all after this sudden, shocking, and

that could

bottle, a cold bead of sweat forming on my forehead, and my heart pounding against

flashes of his face being close to mine, the moonlight filtering into the room, his body pressed against mine, and his breath mingling with mine took

I muttered, closing