It began with a simple “Hello” in a pub you frequent, from none other than the town’s infamous playboy that they’ve warned you about. And you don’t know how it happens but…

The next thing you know, you find your fit all crumpled up around your ankles as you stumble onto a stranger’s bed, falling into his gentle arms as he fawns over you and lets his hands roam all over your body and study every centimeter of your skin.

Morning comes, the daylight seeps through the thin curtains and pours into the room. You wake up to find him resting on a swivel chair watching over you keenly. There’s a faint smile rosing on his lips.

“After last night, I think I’m in love with you…”.

But is it just another honeyed lie of his to string you along…?