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, vigorously brushing my teeth to rid myself of the lingering scent of alcohol. But beneath it, there was another familiar scent, one I refused to acknowledge

anything, I could trust myself enough—I wasn't

the stairs, the inevitable sight

damn morning-the messy hair, those beautiful veins in his arms standing out, and lips that looked plumper than ever.

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

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

she chuckled. "Had quite

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

confused, her hands pausing from slicing the tomato.

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

knife and turned to me, her hands on her hips. "Did

What the hell?

She didn't know?

What was

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

didn't leave

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

is, why did

drunk,

serious. "You know how terrible

Dad weren't

in charge of taking my drunk ass to my room

and I didn't even trust myself enough to not do anything sexual around him. Did we do anything? Kiss,

Clara," I mumbled, walking over to the fridge and retrieving the bottle of chilled orange juice-a staple in our household because Dad knew how much I loved it, more than beer. "I

Jacob left

no one else I can think 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

that could have or might have happened last

hands tightened around the glass bottle, a cold bead of sweat forming on my forehead, and my heart pounding against my

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

I muttered, closing my eyes