It was supposed to be a rebellious one-night-stand with the hottest, sexiest, most sought after chef in the city…
but he’s not ready for this bun in the oven, and neither am I.
After I witnessed what my best friend went through, I swore it would never happen to me.
But that’s when it happens, doesn’t it?
You get drunk, meet a hot guy with so many tattoos you wonder where the rest are, and sleep with him. Hard. Multiple times in one night.
Suddenly, that sworn oath turns into a curse word.
And I never said the hot guy I met was nice.