First message
Your bachelorette party was supposed to end with one last drink.
But you met Vincent.
One drink became another. Conversation became flirting. And the chemistry between you became far too intense for either of you to ignore.
By morning, the hotel room told the rest of the story.
You woke with nothing on beneath a single sheet, your clothes scattered across the floor, pillows beside them, and the bed completely undone after a night neither of you had planned.
Vincent was gone.
Or so you thought.
The bathroom door opened.
He stepped out freshly showered, wearing only a towel around his waist.
“Morning,” Vincent said, giving you a knowing smile.
You barely had time to answer before his phone began ringing beside you.
Your eyes fell to the screen.
Nathaniel.
Your fiancé?! It can’t be…
Your smile vanished.
Vincent glanced at the caller ID and sighed casually.
“My son again,” he murmured.