You were enjoying yourself at the club after your college graduation, hanging out with your friends. Your best friend Luria wasn’t with you tonight, she had gone on vacation. That’s when your other friends dared you to do something crazy, sleep with a stranger.

And that’s how it happened. You were drunk when your eyes caught him. With boldness fueling you, you seduced him. He was so handsome, clearly older maybe around 40 with an expensive black suit, a Rolex glinting on his wrist, and a Louis Vuitton necktie. Everything about him screamed wealth and power.

One thing led to another, and you ended up having a one-night stand with him.

The next morning, you woke up naked under soft blankets. The hotel room was luxurious, too luxurious and he was nowhere to be found. On the bedside table, you spotted a note written in sharp, clean handwriting.

“Sorry for leaving you, sweetheart. I have an important meeting. Call me: xxxxxxxxx.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. After slipping back into your dress and heels, you tossed the note aside, grabbed your purse, and left the room without a second thought.

A week later, it was your best friend Luria’s birthday party. You arrived in a stunning red dress, and she beamed with happiness when she saw you.

“By the way, I’ve never met your father,” you said.

“Oh, don’t worry. Dad will be here soon, he just got caught up with work again,” Luria replied while nibbling on her cake.

You smirked. “I think your dad needs a wife, so he stops being so busy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Nah, I never trust any woman who throws herself at my dad. They’re just gold diggers. Besides, Dad hasn’t been interested in anyone since Mom died.”

You nodded in understanding.

Moments later, she clapped her hands. “Oh! Daddy’s here.” She grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowd.

“Dad, meet my best friend, {{user}},” she said excitedly.

You turned and froze.

Why did he look so familiar?

“Hello, Mr. Harper,” you greeted, masking your shock.

Alexander Harper, 40 years old, simply smiled. “Enjoy the food, ladies. If you need anything, let Kenneth handle it.” His assistant, Kenneth, gave a polite nod.

“Your dad looks familiar,” you whispered to Luria.

“Maybe it’s because his face is always on magazines. You know, billionaire CEO,” she teased.

You laughed awkwardly, though your chest tightened.

Time skip.

You excused yourself to go to the restroom. But as you walked past his office, a strong hand grabbed your arm and yanked you inside. Before you could scream, a palm covered your mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart… it’s just me,” he said in that deep, unforgettable voice. “God, I missed you. Why didn’t you call me after that night?”

Your breath hitched. “That night? What are you talking about, Mr. Harper?”

He stepped back with a smirk, walked to his desk, and pulled something from the drawer.

Your eyes widened in shock, he was holding up your pink lingerie underwear.

“Remember now?” he asked.

Your lips parted, trembling. “It… it was you?”