I was furious. I had to pour cold water over him to wake him up.

Under my murderous gaze, Jack finally confessed that his ideal type was a supermodel.

He liked women with a tiny waist, long legs, and a small chest.

As for me, I did fit his ideal type except for my chest.

Only then did I realize why he always told me to wear a chest binder.

He told me that he felt jealous when other men looked at my chest, but the truth was that he could not stand seeing a big chest.

When he came out of the washroom, he approached me tentatively and brought up the surgery again.

Before I could answer him, I suddenly received a text from an unknown number.

[You have a great figure. Jack’s the one who’s blind. Don’t go for the surgery.]

It was him again!

I bit my lower lip and drank my soda in one gulp.

I asked, [Do you want to join me in the washroom?]

He seemed frightened. He only replied to me after a long while.

[Are you sure?]

[Of course!]

[This is too sudden. I’m not prepared.]

[Forget it. If you’re not going to come with me, then I’m going there on my own.]

[Wait!

[I’ll join you.]

He took the bait.

I told Jack that I would like to excuse myself.

I was just about to stand up when someone opened the door to the private room.

I looked up and saw a woman dressed in a maternity dress.

She was looking around. It was obvious that she was looking for someone.

It seemed like one of these wealthy playboys had gotten someone pregnant.

I was curious who the culprit was.

The next second, the woman walked toward Jack and sobbed. She told him to take responsibility for his actions.

When she got closer, I realized that she was indeed Jack’s type.

Even though I had lost all feelings for Jack, I was still angry.

I wanted to be the one to cheat on him.

It turned out he had done it first.

I thought Jack just talked dirty to people online. I did not expect him to actually get someone pregnant.

I ended up being a joke.

In our circle, reputation preceded everything.

Without giving Jack a chance to explain, I slapped him and left without looking back.

I completely forgot about the fact that I was supposed to meet the mystery man in the washroom.

On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt. I then turned around and drove to a bar.

I had just broken up, and I was being cheated on instead of the other way round. I needed a drink to comfort myself.

I went to the bar that Jack frequented and got the bartender to retrieve all his good stash.

Then, I invited everyone to drink together.

It was not until I cleared all of Jack’s alcohol that I felt a little better.

I kept drinking hard liquor.

Then, I started to feel dizzy.

I glanced at the person next to me.

He looked like Carter.

Was he here to drink too?

There was no way that was possible.

I remembered Jack saying that Carter did not like bars, even though he was around every time I visited with Jack.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

I had drunk too much. I thought I was seeing things.

I shook my head vigorously.

Unexpectedly, I lost my balance and almost fell backward.

Before I could say a word, I was caught in a strong embrace.

The embrace did not last very long. He helped me back to my seat in a very gentlemanly manner.

I could see his fingers moving before my eyes.

I recalled the mystery man’s fingers when he sent me that photo of his abs.

I felt like I was going crazy.

To wake myself up, I ordered a glass of iced water.

When I reached out to take it, I accidentally touched the phone screen next to me.

That was not my phone, but I saw my photo on the lockscreen.

Judging from the angle, it seemed like someone had secretly taken that photo of me.

…

I woke up in bed.

I looked around and realized that I was in my own room.

Was I dreaming?

I remember going to the bar and drinking a lot the night before.

I could not recall anything after I had gotten drunk.

When my helper came in with a hangover remedy, I asked her who had brought me home last night.