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.

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, one I refused

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

and scrubbed away every sign of tiredness, 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 morning: Jacob, sitting on the couch in his casual sweatpants and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles

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 wouldn't give him a single

eyes trailing from 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

the kitchen, preparing our breakfast. I stood beside her.

chuckled. "Had quite the fun last night,

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

response was unexpected. "Pill?" She looked at me confused, her hands pausing from slicing the tomato. "What

crawling up my insides. "So, was it

to me, her

What the hell?

She didn't know?

was

at her, bewilderment covering my face. "Did you leave

leave before your

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, and didn't even leave you that

is, why did you

drunk,

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

and Dad weren't there last

charge of taking my drunk ass to my room and tucking me

Kiss, hug, make out? Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't even remember anything. "Evelyn." Clara's voice brought me back

walking over to the fridge and retrieving the bottle of chilled orange juice-a staple in our household because Dad knew

Jacob left

of in this house where only four 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

so many things that could

cold bead of sweat forming on

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

muttered, closing my