Accidentally Head Over Heels

“I’m not Nichole,” Honey frowned. “My name is Honey.” “Come on, Nichole, stop being dramatic,” Jay said as he took the stool beside her. Honey kept drinking and swaying to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers. Jay dragged a hand through his hair and sighed. “I know you’re angry. I know my words hurt you. But I’m sorry. Let’s go home.” “I’m not going anywhere with you,” Honey laughed. “I want to drink more and more until I drop.” Then, before he could stop her, she stood and settled right into his lap like it was the most natural thing. She put the glass of whiskey on his lips. Jay took the drink. At that point, he would have done almost anything to keep her calm. He still believed she was Nichole. His father’s political future was hanging by a thread, and she was the only thing that could stop the whole thing from blowing up. “You want more, handsome?” Honey asked with a wink, stroking the side of his face. “Yes,” Jay said, surprising himself with h

“You’re really not Nichole?” The question slipped out before Jay could stop it. It came out rough, almost broken, like something dragged up from deep inside him. Honey blinked at him, confused. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her fingers slowly, buying herself a second. “My name is Honey Mariah Owens,” she said, her tone flat but edged with curiosity. “What’s up with you? You keep saying Nichole, Nichole, Nichole. Who is she?” Jay stared at her like he was looking at a ghost. “How can two people look exactly the same?” His voice trembled, barely steady. For a split second, Honey caught it. That flicker in his eyes. Not arrogance. Not control. Something softer. Something cracked. He dragged a hand down his face. “Jesus… how is this even possible?” Honey shifted in her seat, brows knitting together. “Okay, can you explain what the hell is going on?” Jay let out a slow breath, like the words themselves were heavy. “It’s… a long story.” She leaned back slightly, folding

“And who the hell are you?” Erick growled, his voice thick with suspicion as he sized up the man standing between him and his niece. “Someone you don’t want to mess with,” Jay replied, his tone low and dangerously calm. It was a voice Honey had never heard from him before—cold steel wrapped in quiet control. Erick’s hand dropped away from her. He narrowed his eyes, studying Jayson’s face like a man trying to place a half-remembered ghost. “You look familiar,” he muttered. Jay turned his head slightly, just enough to shift out of the direct light. Honey caught the subtle move and understood immediately. He didn’t want her uncle connecting the dots—that this was the governor’s son standing in a hospital room with his broke, disheveled niece. Erick stood there a second longer, brows furrowed. The resemblance nagged at him. He looks like the governor’s kid. But then he shook his head, dismissing the thought. Nah. No way a man like that would be mixed up with my sorry-ass niece.

Honey’s heart would not stop racing as she waited for Jay’s response.Jay’s brows furrowed immediately, as though he was trying to remember something.“I don’t remember anything from that night,” he said at last. “I was too drunk.”Honey shifted uneasily on her feet.She had not expected such a vague answer.Then again, she had been drunk too. She couldn’t remember anything either.“Let’s just forget about it,” Jay said.“Yes,” Honey nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.An awkward silence fell over the room, making both of them uncomfortable.“I hope you like your room,” Jay said after a while.“Yes. It’s beautiful,” Honey answered.“Okay… rest well. We leave for the Sinclairs’ mansion in the morning.”“Alright,” Honey said with a nod.But Jay did not leave.He kept looking at her like he wanted to say something more.Honey stared back at him, waiting to hear whatever was on his mind.Instead, Jay turned and walked toward the door.“Good night, Honey,” he said before closing it