Liam's POV My eyes cracked open to a dead room, sticky with sweat and stale sex. The sheets beneath me were crumpled, stained, and cold. The stranger was gone. No goodbye. No note. Just... gone. The clock blinked 6:47 AM. My skull throbbed like a jackhammer was stuck inside it. I stumbled out of bed, legs still weak, my body aching in the most humiliatingly satisfying places. I didn’t even have time to process it before panic set in. Today was- Shit. The engagement. My birthday!. My life falling apart in a three-piece suit. I took the fastest shower of my existence, scrubbing every inch of him off me, but the scent still lingered a little, coffee, rain, and sweat. I rinsed, dressed, and snuck out of the hotel with the speed of someone escaping a crime scene. Thankful for having my wallet intact, I took a cab and got home. I crept up the stairs like a thief. Opened my bedroom door, only to be greeted by streamers, champagne bottles, and staff with party hats yelling, "Sur
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