My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 156 Wasted Efforts

Evelyn

"You didn't tell me you had a party going on here on the beachside-I thought it'd just be a walk by the beach," I chuckled, swaying with the music as it thumped around us, the star-filled sky above, the wind tousling my hair while Cameron gently tucked a few loose strands behind my ear.

"I was afraid that scary-looking friend of your dad wouldn't let you come if he got even a hint," he laughed, sliding his hand around my waist and pulling me closer. Suddenly, I grew aware of our proximity, my senses heightening. "So, I kept it a secret." He kissed my cheek, and though my body froze, I didn't pull away. I didn't want to.

I needed this distraction. Wasn't this what I wanted? A connection that progressed smoothly, nothing too fast or frantic, just smooth sailing? But that came with its own downsides-no butterflies, no flutters of your heart, and no sparks.

"Well," I slipped my hands around his neck, our bodies swaying with the music, in perfect rhythm. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Mason a sucking the lips off of a guy, and Nancy doing body shots with a blonde-she wasn't gay, but she'd fuck literally anyone.

"You're already so scared, huh?" I teased. "What are you going to do if someone else snatches me right in front of you? Will you still keep it a secret and have a secret affair with me then?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned closer to my ear, his breath caressing the side of my neck without evoking the visceral response that even a single glance from that cursed Italian bastard would. "I'd steal you," Cameron whispered.

I'd kill him and snatch you back-Jacob would have said.

Fuck, Evelyn-don't think about him.

"That's not very brave, is it?" I tried to keep my thoughts from drifting back to him.

"You don't need bravery to win, beautiful," Cameron chuckled, turning me around so that my back pressed against his front, his chin resting on my shoulder. "You just need to be smart. And I think I'm smart enough to snatch you from anyone in this world-though I'd appreciate it if Jacob doesn't stay on the enemy's side," he joked.

Well... he is the enemy here.

"Cute," I laughed awkwardly before I pulled away from him. "But I need a drink to find your joke funny," I said, heading over to the bar, with him following me.

"Hey, it was a good one," he protested while I placed an order. A few seconds passed by.

work on your jokes.

baby," he chuckled. "If I drop you off at your house, drunk out of your wits, do you think I'd have any chance of becoming your family's favorite? Hell

me if I like you enough, I'd go against my family and every fucking moral," I pulled him by his collar, feeling him freeze for a second as I grabbed the drink

get to know who had the fortune to come to you before

the last two shots had made their way into my system too soon, and the gripping effects of

laugh tearing

know you'd improve so

he grabbed the edge of the stool I was sitting on and dragged it closer. My breathing hitched for a second, but then I found myself trapped under

putting in effort-an ideal choice for any girl. But that was the thing-guys my age never interested me, nor did guys like Cameron, in fact,

pull him in for a kiss and never break away. I didn't feel the hunger of desire, that familiar fire I was used to, or even mere embers of it. I didn't feel

his hand rose to cup my face, his thumb

feel nothing. At least, I

spot. His fingers tangled into my hair as he pulled me close diving in. For

softly. But my imaginations began to fade,

It was not Jacob.

and suddenly the realization reduced all the warmth to ashes. I didn't feel anything anymore. I didn't find the urge to kiss him

This felt wrong....

my body and soul had a strange sort of loyalty embedded in it for him

what's wrong?" Cameron seemed

guy you should go for, Evelyn. He's perfect for you. "I just... I'm sorry." breathed out, getting on my feet. am really sorry, I just-"I couldn't put my words together. I was a mess, and for once I knew, it was not the I alcohol-it was me. My thoughts. My

softly grabbing my hand. "It's okay.

because it now felt like I was betraying two people at once. Hurting one and

your fault. It's me," I let out. "It's just that I

gently pulling me closer so that I stood away from the crowd behind me. "There's no need to talk about you, and next time,

caressed his cheek. He was really

the question after a while. "I am just really