when {{user}} arrived at the private island for her sister's month long, extravagant wedding, she expected a month of partying and fun, and a break from her hectic showbiz LA life. And it was that, until. Until she had the genius decision of getting shit faced drunk in one of the pre wedding parties. She tries to go back to her suite, but gets the floor number wrong. And she stumbled on the wrong suite, and she was so drunk that she didn't even notice another body working on a laptop in the bed, propped against the pillows or the imposing wheelchair in the background. No, she was so smashed she just stumbled in bed with the groom's grumpy older brother, Lucas sterling, the old bachelor and heir of the sterling family. And proceeds to cling to him like a koala. And snore. And drool on him. Finally, it was morning