One steamy night full of lust. One mistake never expected.”

After a night of heavy drinking and clubbing with friends on a vacation in L.A, Miranda Rose found herself waking up completely naked beside the world-famous Satellite Patrol lead vocalist, Hugo Saint Clare. She woke up with no memories of how she had sex with the handsome crooner. Realizing that she gave up her virginity to the charming vocalist, she felt ashamed of herself for things that she doesn’t know what she could have done with Hugo during their steamy and drunken one-night-stand.

Out of embarrassment and blurry details, she tried to push that event out of her head by moving on. She kept everything to herself knowing the global fanbase that the band has and how possessive his fans are when it comes to issues. Miranda didn’t want to ruin Hugo Saintclare’s career and remained silent trying to forget about what happened that sinful night.

Seven years later, fate plays with her and Hugo, they end up meeting each other again by accident. Knowing how things ended when she left his hotel room seven years ago, she was scared of the possible changes this will cause in her life together with Benedict.

Will there be a second chance for something they had, now that they have crossed each other's paths for the second time, or will it remain as something that is beautifully unfinished? 

Beautifully Unfinished（BEAUTIFUL SERIES）

　　"Liv, c'mon I won't peek I promise." I say to him.


　　Liv covered both of my eyes with his huge hands as he leads the way for me. I hear him laughing while he kept instructing me on where to go.


　　He laughs under his throat. "Almost."


　　"Where are you even taking me?" I asked him again while he walks behind me.


　　"Just relax,?baby." He says to me and everytime he calls me?baby, something deep inside of me kind of hates it.


　　I hate it because it reminds me of our age gap.


　　It has been a huge problem to us even from the very beginning but he doesn't make me feel like he's way older or I'm way younger than him. But then both of us can't really avoid that situation. Most especially when we listen to music when we're just driving on the road. He likes listening to classical rock bands from his yesteryear while I like the new pop music of my era. Right then, I can instantly compare us with our age.


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