One Night with My Brother-in-Law

“Ugh, damn it! Why is my head spinning so badly?”

After staggering through the hotel hallway under the influence of alcohol, the woman let out a small laugh when she found the door to her room locked. Her head was still pounding, and her vision had begun to blur. For a moment, she couldn’t even see the room number clearly. All she could do was press the doorbell repeatedly, hoping someone would open the door.

“Tsk, you idiot, Jeslyn. Obviously no one’s going to open the door. I’m the only one staying in this room,” she muttered, reaching into her handbag for the key, her body slumping against the door for support.

Suddenly, the door opened—and Jeslyn, unprepared, stumbled forward.

“Akh!” Jeslyn yelped as she fell into someone’s strong arms.

She really couldn’t see anything. Her vision was hazy, like a screen covered in fog. She frowned, trying to focus, but all she could make out were vague shapes. The man's face in front of her looked like an abstract painting—there were outlines and colors, but no details her eyes could grasp. It was only when the man moved his hands that she could somewhat follow his motions.

She felt frustrated, desperate to focus her gaze and recognize the person before her, but it seemed impossible at the moment.

“Ugh… why does my head hurt so much?” Jeslyn mumbled, still unaware that she was in someone’s arms.

“Tsk. Are you drunk?” came the man’s deep voice as he continued to hold her.

“Hmm… Looks like I drank too much. And it’s all your fault!” Jeslyn slurred, pointing at the man—though she missed the target entirely, as her vision swam and the man’s form seemed to multiply before her eyes.

“My fault?”

“Yes! This is all because of you!” Jeslyn snapped, her face flushed and her gaze unfocused. “Ugh, damn… my head’s killing me.”

“I’ll take you to your room. You entered the wrong one,” the man said in a flat tone.

“I did? No wonder I couldn’t open the door,” Jeslyn replied hoarsely.

He tried to guide her back to her room, but before the door could open, Jeslyn suddenly grabbed the man’s shirt collar tightly and yanked him close.

“Listen to me! You’re not allowed to love another woman. Do you hear me? Only me. You’re only allowed to like and love me. I forbid you to love anyone else!” she shouted.

The man stayed silent for a moment before finally replying, his voice low and husky.

“And what if I refuse?”

“I’ll kill you!” Jeslyn threatened, making the man chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? I’m serious! I’ll kill you if you mess with me!” she warned again.

Before the man could respond, Jeslyn suddenly stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. She didn’t want to miss the moment. At first, it was just a light kiss—as if stolen amidst the chaos. But then, the man grabbed her by the back of the neck, deepening the kiss and adding heat to their already charged moment. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them caught in a whirlwind of passion.

“You’re lucky. I like your scent—even when you’re drunk,” he whispered.

And without wasting time, the man silenced Jeslyn’s lips again with a deeper, more demanding kiss, and she responded with equal intensity. The alcohol on both their breaths only fueled their desire, sending it spiraling out of control.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided Jeslyn’s body to the bed. His lightly bearded lips brushed against her skin, teasing her until she arched her back, giving him access to explore her further.

Jeslyn had no memory of how things had escalated to this point. All she remembered was attending a welcoming party with her fiancé, Jefran, in honor of his half-sister who had just returned from abroad.

But Jeslyn had been neglected. Jefran was too busy mingling with his old acquaintances. She had watched him walk into the garden with another woman—and then, to her horror, she saw him kiss her.

Jeslyn’s heart shattered.

In a daze of pain and betrayal, she drank excessively and ended up drunk.

Her dazed thoughts were abruptly interrupted when her dress was ripped off—and the night turned into something she didn’t even fully comprehend. A night she had spent with a stranger whose face she still couldn’t see clearly.

“Ugh, that hurts! Slow down. You’re hurting me!” Jeslyn complained as pain surged through her lower body.

“Hmm? So this is your first time,” the man murmured against her ear.

“Yeah… I only wanted to give it to you.”

“Alright then. Since you said that, I’ll be gentle. And I’ll make you feel even more intoxicated,” he whispered.

And just like that, the pain melted into pleasure—pleasure Jeslyn had never known before.

***

The sudden ring of her phone jolted Jeslyn awake that morning. Her head was still pounding from the alcohol she had consumed the night before, but the persistent ringtone forced her to open her eyes. She looked around and traced the sound to her handbag. Jeslyn reached for her phone and answered the call.

“Hello…?”

“Jes, where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you. I even went to your room, but you weren’t there,” said a man’s voice from the other end, causing Jeslyn to frown.

She recognized the voice instantly, and her eyes snapped open.

“Jefran?”

“Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be? Where the hell have you been, Jes?” Jefran asked.

“M-Me?”

Jeslyn struggled to recall the events of the previous night. But judging by her bare body, she was certain what had happened wasn’t a dream. She assumed the man she had spent the night with was Jefran.

"If this is Jefran… then who was the man I was with last night?" she thought in panic.

Her heart started pounding wildly. Something was terribly wrong. Jeslyn quickly turned to her side—and at that very moment, it felt like her entire world came crashing down. The man lying asleep beside her was none other than Leonel Orion Clovis, Jefran Clovis’ stepbrother and the center of attention at last night’s party.

"H-How is this possible?" she screamed inwardly, covering her mouth in shock.

Jeslyn’s body trembled as she stared at Leonel, who was still deep in sleep. Without wasting another second, she decided she had to escape before he woke up, praying he wouldn't remember anything from last night—even though that hope felt nearly impossible.

Jeslyn cursed under her breath when she saw her dress from the night before had been ripped by Leonel and was now unwearable.

“So impatient… did he really have to destroy a ten-thousand-dollar dress?” she muttered, hastily picking up Leonel’s shirt from the floor.

After slipping on his shirt, Jeslyn grabbed her handbag and shoes. She tiptoed toward the door but paused right before stepping out. She glanced one last time at Leonel, still asleep on the bed.

“I hope you don’t remember anything about last night. After all… I’m your sister-in-law,” Jeslyn whispered, then quietly slipped out of the room.

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