A wedding.

Lots of shots.

A Porsche parked on a dark street.

The groom's best friend.

The man I shouldn't have slept with.

The one who wore an impeccable grey suit and a starched white shirt.

The owner of a pair of green eyes that spoke miles more than his irresistible mouth.

The youngest partner in his law firm.

The man I went to bed with.

Madness.

The traces of my nails on the dashboard of his car as a proof.

The best sex I've ever had.

A huge problem.

He was unattainable.

I was broken.