I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend in our apartment. I was done. There wasn’t a point in sticking around to hear their excuses.
I ended up alone in a hotel bar, drinking the last five years of a relationship away, not to mention a lifelong friendship. I was well on my journey to forgetting until the hot guy in a suit thought he’d interject, telling me to slow down
Who did he think he was? If I want to drown in my sorrows, I will. That’s the last thing I remember.
I woke up in his bed the next morning, wearing his clothes. And now I have to deal with that, but there’s more to the hot, blue-eyed businessman than meets the eye. I never expected him to be connected to a past I’d rather forget.
