My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 153 Losing It

Jacob

I watched as my ex-girlfriend secretly downed one shot after another, oblivious to Samuel's absence. She hadn't realized that she didn't need to worry about him, since Samuel and Clara had left nearly forty-five minutes ago, leaving me in charge of the kids who were not-so kids in reality. But she didn't notice. Of course, how could she? She was too engrossed with her boy-toy and friends to even glance at anyone. Especially me.

It was as if I didn't fucking exist to her, and it bothered me. It really fucking did. I was so used to having her attention all on me, only me, that now, deprived of it, I felt like a teenager craving the attention of his favorite girl in college. It was fucked up, but it was the truth.

I wanted Evelyn's eyes on me as much as my eyes were on her. She was fucking mine to take and I didn't fucking like the idea of sharing but right now basically everyone had her but...not me.

I watched as she took another shot, Nancy sneaking it to her. Cameron chuckled as the liquor spilled at the corner of her mouth, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. My fists clenched, my jaw tightened, and my gaze hardened as anger coursed through every fiber of my being.

That bastard...

"Thank you," I heard Evelyn muster, her words almost slurred.

God! She was fucking drunk. A mess of wild hair and flushed cheeks, a beautiful disaster.

"And it's time for a dance!" a girl who had been sneaking glances at me announced. She stood up on the bench, swaying her hips as she took a drag from the cigarette in one hand and held a beer bottle in the other. "Get up, guys!"

Mason, already way too drunk to be around without the risk of vomiting and ruining this already shitty party, turned on the music on the box and stood up. His legs wobbled, yet his enthusiasm was surprisingly high. "Let's go!" He clapped, before attempting a whistle-though it sounded more like a broken squeak.

"No dance for me I am too tired!" Jennie whined. "I need some tight sleep-I have a date tomorrow. So, bye!" She stood up, grabbing her bag, ready to leave. She looked sober, but not enough to be driving on her own.

"Hey," Nancy snapped. Despite downing a lot of shots like a total drunkard, she looked completely sober. "You can't drive. You're drunk."

"Who said I am driving?" Jennie flashed a sheepish smile. "Someone's coming to pick me up."

"That date?" my little vixen blurted out, followed by a hiccup. She was too drunk to be around Cameron.

"No, someone else." Jennie's reply caught me by surprise, and I found it hard not to let my jaw drop.

The kids these days! God, they were fucking wild.

"Jesus Christ! Two dicks, Jennie? Damn! You're lucky," the girl in the red top said, taking a drag of her cigarette as she leaned against the chair. "I wish I were you."

"Hey, we are not fucking yet," Jennie chuckled. "Besides, that date I mentioned-It'd be the first meeting. So let's see how many inches of surprise he has or maybe not."Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"You guys are gross!" Evelyn grumbled, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Her tiny grumble and that little nose scrunch made a small smile spread across my lips. Cute.

"Oh, shut up. You know nothing about real fun! After all, the only person you ever fucked—" Jennie stopped halfway, her eyes trailing to me before she decided to drop the subject. "Anyways! I am off. Bye."

As Jennie left, their stupid party resumed. I leaned against the couch, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched them. The music blasted at full volume, likely guaranteeing Samuel complaints from the neighbors tomorrow. They danced like crazy bulls, shaking their hips, butts, and whatnot. Mason's wobbly twerking became the center of attention for a second, while Nancy pretended to be... well, doing the man's job.

It was official-Evelyn had terrible fucking company. No wonder she learned to be bold because as long as I knew Samuel and Danica, none of them were bold. They were like rabbits too gentle. They'd stick with one carrot forever. But Evelyn, she was different. She was on the hunt for men. And she got herself a boy. Naive little thing.

As I watched her stumble around and grab yet another beer bottle before settling down onto the chair once again, my blood boiled. This was too much-her drinking was totally out of control. After so many shots of tequila, she shouldn't be indulging in beer now. For god's sake, she was barely above twenty!

I found myself standing up, shoving

my hands inside my pockets as I walked over to them. All eyes turned to me. Mason's horrible twerking stopped, Nancy froze, and everyone else did too. The two new girls in the circle Doked at me with interest, their eyes scanning me up and down, sizing me up just like I sized Evelyn every time. What were their names? I probably heard them amidst their conversations a few times, but I didn't think it was important enough to remember.

"Looks like Jacob wants to join us, Evie," the one in the yellow top spoke up, twirling a lock of her curly hair around her finger as she took a sip of her drink. If she thought she looked seductive or even attractive, she was in for a

disappointment-there was

nothing

about her that attracted me. Surely she might have caught the eyes of other men, but not me. My eyes were only for one woman, who now stared at me with curiosity, her hands gripping the beer bottle tightly on her lap and her eyes boring into me.

"Well, he's not welcome," she let out, her tongue dryly licking her bottom lip. "It's our party."

I saw disappointment flash across those girls' faces, but before they could speak, I spoke up.

"Well," I matched her tone, "I'm sorry to inform you, but your party's over."

"What?" She sounded shocked, taken aback.

"You heard me," I shrugged. "It's past two in the morning and way past the deadline Samuel gave. Yet I allowed all of you to linger here and do whatever the shit you all have been doing total spoiled brats. And now it's time for all of you to pack your things and go home. Party's over!"

"It's not fucking over!" Evelyn stood up, her hands fisted at her sides, her eyes sending daggers at me. "You can't tell me what to do and what not to do. The party will go on."

"Don't test my patience, Evelyn," I warned, lowly, matching her heated gaze. "Get inside the house, right now."

Her breath quickened, a flicker of defiance still in her eyes, but she knew better than to push me further. The tension between us crackled like electricity. Her friends watched in stunned silence, the music still blasting in the background.

"You fucking-" She tried to step closer, but Cameron stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Evelyn, I think Jacob's right," he spoke up, turning out to be the only sensible one yet still annoying as fuck. "It's late and everyone's drunk. Before things start spiraling out of control, we should leave."

"Nothing will spiral out of control,

Cameron," she seethed, her gaze burning through me as she stepped closer. Cameron's grip around her wrist automatically loosened before slipping away as she stood right in front of me-so close that I could smell the scent of beer on her, the Smell of the night and wind, the delicious smell of her skin that tasted absolutely fucking divine. "The party won't be over anytime soon. You can fuck off!"

My jaw clenched at her words, my fists tightening. I wanted to bend her over my lap in front of everyone and spank her into submission, but that was something I couldn't do right now.

"I am giving you one last chance, Evelyn. Get inside the house-right now."

"I won't fucking do that," she spat. "You are not my dad. You are his friend, a guest who we are giving more than enough respect. So instead of stepping into my comfort zone, my party, my crowd, my fucking space-stay the fuck away!"

"Evelyn, calm down. It's alright, he's just saying the right thing," Cameron looked a bit confused at her reaction. Of course, except for Nancy and Mason, none of them knew the actual reason behind her rage. And of course, everyone was noticing how she was blowing it out of proportion.

"Nothing he says is ever right, Cameron. He's a fucking liar, a coward a stupid fuck," Evelyn spoke, her eyes still focused on me. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Adriano? Get the fuck out of here."

"So you won't listen to me, huh?" I smoothed a hand down my jaw, eyeing her up and down. My temper was rising, barely under control-just by a few small threads, and I knew she'd snap them the very moment she opened her mouth again.

"Yes I won't listen to a fucking loser and let him ruin my night."

That's it.

She asked for it.