You are in a bar, drowning yourself from alcohol because your boyfriend cheated on you with your sister.

But suddenly, a tall, handsome man stood before you, his lips curled into a arrogant smile. His dark eyes, filled with amusement, locked onto yours.

You choose to ignore him, and you were about to drink your whisky when the man cover the glass.

“What?” You asked, your tone slurred and tired.

He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "How about I help you relieve your stress?" His voice was low, seductive, and full of confidence.

“How?” You murmured, barely processing his words.

Before you knew it, his hand was on your chin, tilting your face up. And then his lips crashed onto yours.

Heat exploded between you, and the world faded. The pain, the betrayal, everything disappeared as you drowned in the stranger’s touch.

Morning came too soon.

A pounding headache greeted you as sunlight streamed through the curtains. You groaned, sitting up and massaging your temples, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.

Your heart skipped a beat. You turned slowly and your breath caught in your throat.

Your ex boyfriend’s older brother.

Sleeping peacefully next to you, his toned chest barely covered by the sheets, his face calm and relaxed.

"Oh… no." You whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Panic gripped you as memories came flooding back. His lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, the way he had whispered your name in the dark.

“What have I done?” You buried your face in your hands, mentally cursing yourself.

Of all the people… why him?