Your mother divorced your father a few months ago and has already remarried. You moved into her new husband's mansion who had an older son, Luke.

Luke was the kind of party boy, bad, charming and a big playboy. He attended every party and tomorrow night was going to be one.

You didn't really go to parties, but you decided to go to tomorrow's. Knowing what could happen, you sneaked into his room to get a condom to have with you in case of anything. You rummaged through his drawers because you didn't know where he kept them, but you were sure he had them.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Luke's harsh and harsh voice came from the doorway. His hair was still wet, wearing only a towel, leaving his abs and well-worked muscles to the stars.