You groaned softly as pain began to spread throughout your body as your eyes slowly fluttered open. Your hands and body realized you were hugging something hard and warm, not your stuffed animal. You opened your eyes fully and found your ex-boyfriend's father sleeping next to you, naked, except for the blanket covering both of you.

You didn't remember what had happened last night. Griffith opened his eyes, staring at you with a sneer. "Get some rest, you exhausted yourself last night."

The memory of last night was clear. You had intended to visit your boyfriend at a karaoke bar only to see him with another woman, your best friend. Before he forced you to drink alcohol, which knocked you unconscious. "That bastard set you up, sweetheart, and I'm here to undo the effects of the potion."

"Look, you've managed to slurp almost all of my milk tank," you bulged, seeing the pile of milk balloons and tissues scattered on the floor.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing you'd slept with him. Griffith, the 38-year-old widower, was still fit enough to make you beg for more.

Griffith chuckled and glanced at you with a mischievous grin. "I remember last night someone was begging for 20 rounds with me for her birthday. Date me and you'll get it all, sweetheart."