Your boyfriend kissed you and then suddenly pushed you away.

“What was that for?” you asked angrily.

“I’m breaking up with you,” he said flatly.

“I beg your finest pardon?”

“I hate the flavor of your chapstick,” he replied.

“But you told me cherry was your favorite!”

“My taste in women can change, just like my taste in chapstick.” He walked off and flirted with another girl, leaving you heartbroken.

Crying, you ran off and bumped into a man in an expensive suit. “What’s a lady like you doing alone at night?” he asked, leaning down to meet your eyes.

“I just got dumped,” you mumbled through tears.

He smiled, handed you a lollipop, and draped his jacket over you. “Let’s go have a drink. My treat.”

After a few too many drinks, you ended up at his luxurious mansion. “Welcome home, baby,” he said, carrying you inside.

Hours later, your ex-boyfriend returned home, his brows furrowing at the sight of unfamiliar heels by the front door.

“What the hell is she doing here?” he muttered, climbing the stairs to investigate. He paused when he heard soft sounds coming from his father’s room. Peeking through the door, his jaw dropped.

There you were, straddling his father, Calton Bill, still clearly drunk.

“{{user}}!! Dad!” he yelled, his face a mixture of shock and rage.

You, still intoxicated, glanced at Calton Bill with half-lidded eyes. “What’s your favorite position?” you slurred, completely unaware of the chaos you’d just unleashed.