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I woke up in a stranger's bed after drowning my sorrows at a bar, having discovered my boyfriend's infidelity. To my shock, I found myself entangled with Andrew Wallace, my boyfriend's closest friend. Our bodies were intimately close, my fair-skinned leg draped over his midsection. "Andrew? What's going on? Why am I here?" I asked in confusion. "Oh no, please tell me we didn't... do anything last night?" Andrew chuckled darkly, grasping my chin. "I should be the one asking that. Do you recall what you did to me, Bennett?" The day before was supposed to be a romantic surprise

One Night's Mistake

Those who truly comprehend you need no clarification. For those who don't, no amount of explanation will suffice.


I remained silent. What purpose would it serve? Jasper, in his typical self-absorbed manner, believed this was a contest he could still win. At this juncture, I had no desire to utter another word to him. However, he interpreted my silence as an opportunity.


"You're doing this to provoke jealousy in me, aren't you?" He gestured dismissively toward Andrew, who was quietly observing from the sofa. Jasper's voice grew more intense and frantic. "You believe running to him will wound me? Come on, Charlotte, he's insignificant compared to me!"


Chapter 8