One Night's Mistake With My Fiance's Brother

Devon woke up on the bed of an unfamiliar room, his head throbbing vigorously. One thing was clear however, he was in a hotel room, but for what exact reason had he come here for? He asked himself. He tried leaning on his back, while trying to recall the events that lead to him waking up here. After a moment or two, memories of what lead to him spending the night here, came flooding like a wave through his mind. The other night had been a really wild one, literally speaking. He had gotten drunk and had come here with—his eyes opened wildly. He had come here with the guy he met at the bar last night. Devon turned to the other side of the bed but found no one. Surely, there had been someone else with him last night. He got out of bed, head still throbbing, wanting to take a wash and then discovered that all he had on was just his underwear. Then it really dawned on him. If he was half naked then it only meant one thing. "No, no, no, no, no!" He muttered. He had brought th

One Week. One week had gone past since the incident at the hotel, but still he hadn't received any strange texts or calls from an unknown caller. Devon felt a bit relaxed now, knowing that the stranger from the bar— whoever he was, had no way to contact him. Because if he did, he most definitely would have contacted him by now, making one reckless demand or the other due to his status. "Happy birthday, Devon." A middle-aged woman said, as she approached him, along with her husband. Today was indeed his long awaited 26th year birthday, and also the engagement ceremony of him and Anabelle Lawson. Father had thrown a lavish party to celebrate it— one too lavish for his liking however, and had invited a reasonable amount of highly reputable guests from the business world. Some of the city's politicians and some government officials were also in attendance too. "I brought you a gift." She added, showing him a relatively small rectangular box, before extending her hands to hug

"You don't have to pretend anymore, Devon... I already know what happened." Those words sent an icy chill down Devon's spine, as if he had been poured cold water. He had stood there, speechlessly. He reckoned. Not knowing whether to speak up and ask her to keep it a secret, or whether to remain silent, not saying anything at all. At that time, he had been so engrossed in her beauty— possibly mystified by it, that he had stood there, staring at her like a naive fool who had just felt icy water on his face. Indeed, he was taken aback. And as beads of sweats started to form on his forehead, the only response his brain could really come up with was... "Sorry, what?" That was when she repeated it again. "Yeah, you don't have to pretend anymore... after all, I already know what happened." Devon couldn't help but reflect on that particular incident as he drove the black Mercedes-AMG he had also received as a birthday gift, through the night. And even now, he could still feel t

Devon's POV: The air inside the limo was thick with the scent of fresh leather, but it didn’t mask the heaviness in my chest. My 26th birthday had come and gone, and yet, nothing felt different. Nothing felt right. I should have been excited about the engagement, about everything my father had laid out for me — the life that had been mapped out since I was a child. Instead, I felt suffocated. Trapped. And the worst part? I couldn’t escape the gnawing, insistent thought of Damian. I ran a hand through my hair, staring blankly at the city lights flashing by, blurring together like the mess that was my life. The engagement was a farce. Annabelle, sweet Annabelle, was nothing more than a pawn in a game I didn’t ask to play. My father’s game. But none of that compared to the gnawing feeling that had kept me up the past few nights: Damian. The night we spent together felt like it had been someone else’s life. A fever dream. I had kissed him — kissed him — without thinking. But that

"You, Devon... You were the one who took advantage of me." Damian lashed out coldly. For a minute or two, Devon was taken aback. He wasn't in any way whatsoever, expectant to see this side of Damian. Was this the same person who had been acting so relaxed just some few seconds ago? He thought. And as he contemplated, he felt the urgent need to address this matter— to speak up. Maybe, just maybe... he would see things from his point of view. "Listen, I didn't mean to get you upset or anything but... I took advantage of you? What are saying?" "There he goes..." Damian said with a wry chuckle, and was about to say more if not for Devon who immediately cut in, stopping him from speaking any further. "Okay, okay fine!" Devon said and the pair remained silent for some time. "Look..." Devon started once more. "I didn't come down here to argue or pick fights with you." He said but then paused for a while, before leaning closer to Damian to continue with his statement. "The thin