Chapter 1

I reached down and felt a set of eight-pack abs. Definitely not my boyfriend. He only had one.

Instantly, I snapped out of it, desire vanishing in a heartbeat.

The man beneath me felt me freeze. He lifted his head, voice husky. "Why'd you stop?"

That voice confirmed it—I'd definitely crawled into the wrong bed.

In the faint moonlight, I caught a look at his face. Really handsome.

Still, I pushed him off. "You—you're not my boyfriend!"

He let out a low chuckle. "We've already started. Might as well finish?"

"No… no thanks."

Mortified, I wanted to disappear into the floor. I fumbled for my scattered clothes, threw them on, scrambled off the bunk, turned on my phone's flashlight, and bolted back to my own bed.

My name was Anna Fletcher. I'd been with my boyfriend for three years, and he was taking me home to meet his parents for the New Year.

After a trip to the bathroom, I'd suddenly felt like surprising him, so I climbed into his bunk. Didn't expect such an epic mix-up.

Back in my own bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mind kept replaying the image of that stranger—his toned body, that certain hardness.

This wouldn't do. I needed a cigarette to calm down. I threw on a jacket and headed toward the smoking area.

Passing the restroom, I caught a faint sound—uneven, heavy breathing. The door wasn't fully shut, so I peered through the gap.

Inside, a man was pleasuring himself. His hand moved fast, his face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead.

Naked, his abs stood out sharply, glistening, radiating raw masculinity.

When I saw his face, I slapped a hand over my mouth. It was the man I'd kissed.

My eyes widened, glued to the scene.

What I saw was so… imposing that I couldn't look away.

My elbow accidentally nudged the door, making a soft thud.

"Who's there?"

I turned and ran.

Safe back in my bunk, I finally let out a breath.

Thank God the lights were off. If he'd seen me, I'd be mortified.

Climbing into the wrong bed, then getting caught peeping—he'd definitely think I was some kind of pervert.

Maybe it was all the excitement, but I was suddenly exhausted. I fell asleep quickly.

What I didn't expect was a wet dream. And the male lead? The stranger I'd kissed.

'Seriously?' I cursed myself. 'You've got it bad—having fantasies about a guy you just met.'

After we got off the train, my boyfriend took me to the local famous food street for some specialty snacks. It wasn't until evening that we finally arrived at his family's home.

During the train ride, he opened up a bit about his family — it was actually the first time he'd ever brought them up.

He told me his mom left when he was little because she thought his dad was too poor, and she ran off with someone else. So his dad raised him all on his own.

He said his dad was a gentle, loving father who worked his ass off to give him a good life — doing all kinds of grunt work, no matter how tough or dirty.

Luckily, his dad later caught the internet wave and went from rags to riches practically overnight. Now he was the kind of guy who was always showing up on the covers of financial magazines — a real success story.

And then, right in the middle of telling me all this, my boyfriend started crying.

At first, I thought it was because he missed having a mom, but that wasn't it at all.

He said his dad has always had a pretty high sex drive, and when he was growing up, his dad would often bring women home. So he found out about sex way earlier than most kids — by sixth grade, he'd already figured out how to masturbate.

He told me he'd always felt like some kind of pervert, and that he was so grateful I didn't judge him for it, and that he loved me so much.

I wiped his tears and thought to myself, 'He's so silly but sweet.'

Then he dropped some gossip about his dad.

He leaned in and whispered, "You know what they call him behind his back?"

I shook my head again.

"Big Dick," he said with a little smirk. "And honestly? It's not just a nickname — he's seriously packing."

My face went red. Unbidden images flooded my mind.

A strong, experienced man… the women who were with him… would they have a more wonderful experience?

My boyfriend asked if I was excited to meet his dad.

I blushed and nodded, but I didn't dare tell him exactly how I was imagining his father.