Jordan's POV

It hurts.

It hurts a whole fucking lot.

There's nothing more heartbreaking than having suspicions for months on and off and finally catching your fiancé, who you're deeply in love with, having sex with someone else in the bed you've made love in countless times.

I drained the tumbler holding the best scotch in one gulp without looking at it before signaling for the bartender to refill my glass. The noise in the gay club was starting to increase and I wasn't complaining one bit since it was a reminder that I was here to get fucked until I couldn't think anymore—by someone without a name.

The bartender refilled my glass and I downed it in one go again, wincing a little at the burn before glancing around the club and finally taking in my surroundings. I was seated on one of the high stools before the bartender's counter because I was without a date, and because it was a perfect spot for anyone who wanted to hit on me to grab the fact that I was alone and make a move.

No one had managed to hold my interest for more than a few brooding seconds before I dismissed them from my thoughts immediately. A lanky man tried buying my drink a few minutes ago but I declined the offer immediately since he was totally not what I was looking for tonight. He was almost as slim as I was, which was definitely not my type.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pinched my eyes shut as I fought the urge to check who was calling me. A part of me knew it was only my cheating fiancé who'd been calling to keep on apologizing like he had been doing since last night when I caught him having sex with someone else. And our wedding was in three months’ time.

I could barely remember all the details after I had walked in on them fucking, except that I walked out of the room without saying a word to them, ignoring Derek's frantic calls as I stepped out of the house and into my car. With tears blinding my sight, I drove all the way to my best friend's house without vividly seeing a thing.

Pathetic, I know.

I knew Derek would head straight to my house to find me after I had left his house last night since we both had each other's spare keys. Which was why I had unconsciously driven straight to Michael’s house. That was also why Derek had no other choice but to keep on blowing up my phone with calls and texts. He wouldn't dare show his face at Michael’s house and risk facing the rage of my overprotective best friend. Michael had been wary of my relationship with Derek from the very start and had only acted nice to Derek because of me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket with multiple texts, and I rolled my eyes with rage. I resisted the urge to switch off my phone once again. My phone was only on because Michael had made me promise to keep my phone on since I wasn't one-hundred percent safe indulging in a hook up—something I hadn't done since my college days, but I was going to do it tonight, four years after leaving college.

My heart squeezed painfully as Derek's handsome face popped into my head, but I shoved the image aside immediately, I didn't need to be reminded of anything else except what I came here to do.

"You gonna get that?" A deep voice pierced into my thoughts, and I whipped my head up to the person. I glanced away immediately and silenced my ringing phone after realizing that it had been ringing for a while now. Derek finally switched from texts to calls. My eyes quickly ghosted over the hundreds of missed calls I'd gotten from him in the hour since I’d gotten to the club. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and shrugged a little before glancing back up at the stranger.

"It's not important," I replied before downing a mouthful of my scotch. A tiny voice in my head reminded me that I was only lying to myself, as well as the stranger. I couldn't deny the fact that Derek was important to me and that I was still deeply in love with him even though he cheated on me…like he was probably doing since God knows when.

Yup, I really was pathetic.

"If you say so," the stranger replied. My shoulders did a poor imitation of a shrug, lightly vibrating the thin white shirt I had on. I signaled the bartender to refill my glass when the stranger, who I thought had already walked off, waved for the bartender's attention above my head and told him, "Whiskey for me. Also place his tab on mine."

I glanced at him, and our eyes locked for a few seconds. He smiled a little before gesturing to the counter with a nod of his head. "You don't mind me getting you a drink, right?"

I shook my head slowly, and my eyes roved over his face and the thick biceps bulging out of his dress shirt. I nodded my head before averting my gaze as I felt blood rush to my ears.

Holy shit, he was hot.

"Rough day?" he asked as he sank into the stool beside me. I bit my lower lip as his deep voice raised goosebumps on my skin. I almost nodded my head in reply before deciding against it and glancing sideways at him.

"Not really, but I'll live," I lied, my eyes dropping to my fiddling fingers on the counter. He didn't bother continuing the train of conversation. He probably figured I was lying but couldn't fish for more information since we had literally just met, which I was totally grateful for. Our drinks returned and I quickly wrapped my fingers around the cool glass before flashing him a small smile. "Thanks for the drink."

"Of course. Your smile is beautiful, by the way. You should totally smile more," he answered before taking a sip of his whiskey. I swirled my drink around in my glass as I digested what he just said to me, a scowl marring my face. Derek used to say something along those lines, and I always found it extremely sweet, to the extent that it conjured up fluttering butterflies in my stomach on several occasions. Now, it only made me want to cry again, as if I hadn't done enough of that last night.

Damn you, Derek.

Since the stranger didn't bother saying anything else to me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. He probably thought I wasn't in the mood to hookup since I was barely holding a conversation with him, so I turned my stool until I was facing him clearly without having to turn my head.

He lifted a questioning brow at me with his right hand wrapped around his glass while his left one pushed his curls out of his face. I noted how outlined his jaw was. Gosh, this man is hot. I took a mouthful of my drink and swallowed slowly before licking the rim of my glass. Our eyes locked and I blinked once before pushing out the words in my mind with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

"So, wanna hookup with me tonight?"

***

My back hit the door and I gasped out a hard breath which was immediately swallowed by the stranger's mouth. I moaned into the kiss and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. He was much taller than me, and I had to reach up to grab him. He pressed my whole body into the door with his, and his mouth devoured mine with a fast pace, which was exactly what I needed. His fingers buried themselves into my blonde hair and pulled hard on the roots, his lips slowly untangled themselves away from mine just as a breathy moan slipped out of my parted, swollen lips.

My eyes fluttered open and closed as another moan slipped out when he pulled on my hair once again. The biting pain of my hair being pulled coupled with the burning sensation of his fingertips stroking my scalp made me shudder against him.

We left the club about thirty minutes ago after agreeing to having a nameless hookup. I texted my best friend before leaving the club that I was getting totally smashed tonight, so he shouldn't bother waiting up for me. We got into the nameless man’s apartment and started making out heatedly, his urgency matching mine perfectly.

He dropped his head towards my ear and whispered, "You look so fucking hot right now."

I felt my grip tighten on his neck as I panted a little. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and before I could reply, his tongue moved against the shell of my ear and his hot breath puffed into my ear. The words I was starting to put together in my head all melted like ice exposed to sunlight.

"Oh God," I whispered breathlessly as his mouth trailed over my exposed neck and lightly ghosted over my fast-beating pulse before his tongue slipped out and licked the skin over my pulse. His fingers fisted my hair, holding my head in the position he wanted. He sucked the wet spot into his mouth, and I fucking whimpered.

I whimpered again when he stroked his fingertips against my scalp just as his mouth abandoned the spot on my throat and moved to another to suck a hickey onto it. His mouth moved back to my parted lips, and I peeled my eyes open just as his mouth caught my lower lip between his and bit on it a little. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, his piercing greenish eyes staring deeply into my blue ones while he slowly sucked my lower lip into his mouth.

My eyes slid shut when he pressed in and kissed me deeply. I received his kiss with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. His tongue slid over my lower lip before slipping in and I quickly wrapped my mouth around it and sucked on it, pressing my whole body into his.

"Fuck," he exclaimed against my lips after breaking the kiss. I panted hard. His fingers untangled themselves from my hair and I opened my eyes when his hands clamped on my wrists, which were currently around his neck. He pulled my hands off his neck and pressed them into the door on each side of my head. I glanced into his eyes. I blinked and shuddered at the untamed heat swirling in them.

He pressed my hands into the door and leaned down to drag his lips back and forth against mine, I caught his lips in between mine and drew him into a kiss with our eyes still locked. In the twinkle of an eye, he shifted both my wrists into one of his hands while his free hand slid down my bare arm to wrap around my jaw. He jerked my jaw up and started dominating the fuck out of the kiss. Just as my eyes fluttered shut, he stroked his tongue against the root of my mouth and swallowed my whimpers and moans.

Fuck.

This is so hot.

The thought echoed in my head as he broke the kiss and bit my jaw lightly before dropping my arms and reaching for the hem of my shirt. I panted breathlessly as he pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up. I shivered a little as his gaze roved hungrily over my body, stroking to my ego. I knew I had a sexy body and all, but it was different when I able to turn someone on to this extent.

"Gosh, you're so hot," he said to me once he was able to tear his gaze away from my chest. I felt myself shiver a little—not because of the cold, but because of how searingly hot his gaze was.

"Oh, yeah?" I whispered breathlessly just as his palms slid slowly around my waist and lightly brushed over my ribs. He nodded his head in reply, a smile tugging the edges of his mouth, a move which I found hella sexy.

Fuck my life.

He swooped down without warning and quickly flicked his tongue over my puckered nipple before sucking the wet nub into his mouth. I moaned loudly as my fingers tangled his hair. It felt like he was sucking on every sensitive part of my body, not just my nipple. Each drag on my nipple made my toes curl and sent shivers over my whole body.

He bit on the wet nub, and I arched away from the door with a strangled cry, pressing my whole chest into his mouth. Pleasure bombs exploded in my head and made me feel things…I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way. He slid his palms over my bare back and raked a finger from the edge of my neck down the middle of my spine, which made me pull his hair and arch into his mouth again. Animalistic moans fell out of my parted lips.

He slid his mouth away from my sore nipple and trailed his mouth down, kissing and biting my abs. I thrust into his face with my fingers still in his hair, and his hands slid down my waist and slowly over my leather clad ass. He kissed my belly button and flicked his tongue over it, which sent a small shiver through my body before dragging his nose over the edge of my pants. I stared down at him, panting hard. I was insanely turned on.

His hands suddenly squeezed my ass and I breathed out a harsh moan. He repeated the motion before sliding his hands towards the front of my hips and sliding his right hand over my hard-on. I whimpered and pressed into the light touch desperately. I wanted so bad to beg him too just cut the foreplay and fuck me, but I didn't even know what his name was.

He pushed to his feet, and I sighed thankfully, silently applauding him for reading my mind. I pulled my hands from his hair when he got to his full height and I stared up at him, biting my lips. My eyes moved from his face to his thick biceps and back to his face again.

Gosh, this man was hot.

He took my shoulders in his hands and turned me around until my face was pressed into the surface of the door. I tried my best to see what he was trying to do behind me. Without expecting it, he jerked my head back with a tug on my hair and I wantonly moaned. He kissed the exposed side of my neck all the way to my shoulder before letting go of my hair and kissing his way down my back.

"Fuck, your body is just so perfect," he said against my skin with his hands sliding over my ribs slowly. I panted quietly with goosebumps scattered over all my skin.

"Oh, damn. Your waist is the perfect size for holding as well," he said into my ear once he got back onto his feet and had his hands glued over my waist. I moaned and threw my head back until it was leaning against his shoulder. His whole front was plastered onto my back, and I could feel his hard-on, hot against my clothed thighs.

"Tonight, I'm going to hold onto this waist for leverage and pound you until you pass out from orgasming too much," he whispered into my ear before licking it slowly and squeezing my waist for emphasis.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, please, please," I moaned, shuddering as I imagined what he just said. His fingers kept sliding over my waist and ribs, making me lose the ability to think straight.

He stepped away from me and grasped my hand before I could start thinking of what to say. He pulled me away from the door and down a hallway, until we got to a room that was probably for guests. He stepped into the room and flicked the lights on, and my eyes landed on the bed. I glanced up at him and bit my lip as I took in how rough he looked. His once arranged curls were currently scattered on his head, which gave him a really messy bed head look. Coupled with the wrinkled shirt and pants, I'd say he looked really fly.

I reached for my pants and unzipped them before sliding the pants over my legs. I stepped out of them and kicked them sideways while keeping my gaze on him.

He reached for my boxer shorts and helped me get rid of them until I was totally naked while he was still completely dressed. He slowly glanced over my whole body and groaned low in his throat.

He pushed me onto the bed and crawled over me. He leaned down and sucked on the sore spot on my throat for a few seconds before climbing off the bed. He slowly started to unbutton his dress shirt and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him undress. His shirt hit the floor and I swallowed while taking in all his manly self as he started to get his pants off. His chest was a little bit hairy, which led to a set of abs that were way more defined than mine could ever be. His pants came off and I couldn't help but whistle teasingly when he started to take his boxers off. He smiled wildly at me before kicking his boxers away and standing in his full naked glory. All I could say was damn!

His dick made my mouth water and I blinked at it for a few more seconds before glancing back to his face, only to realize that he’d been watching me the whole time.

He walked towards the bed and stood at the foot of the bed before gesturing for me to come forward on the bed. I got on my hands and knees and quickly closed the distance between us, staring up at him.

"Wanna take a lick or two?" he asked with a knowing smile as he shook his dick in my face. The pink head leaking precum and was veiny as fuck. I leaned forward and his dick lightly brushed against my lips, smearing a little bit of precum on them. I licked the liquid off my lips while glancing up at him. Then I wrapped my hands around his dick and started to suck him off.

"Fuck," he panted with his hand holding my head steady. He thrust in and out of my relaxed throat. I tapped on his thighs when it felt like too much and he pulled out immediately. A string of saliva followed it out and I flicked my tongue over the glittering head before sucking on it strongly like a lollipop. I lifted my mouth off his dick and stroked my hand over the cock fast before lifting it up and taking one of his balls into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed, and I shuddered uncontrollably as his deep voice washed over my whole body. "That's it...fuck, that's it." He continued to express his pleasure vocally as he started fucking my throat hard, tightening his grip on my hair until his orgasm finally hit him out of nowhere. His cum shot straight into my throat and I quickly swallowed everything, which made my throat muscles squeeze his dick and prolong his orgasm.

My jaw started to ache, and he pulled out while still breathing hard. I knew my throat was going to be sore in the morning but feeling him cum and seeing the satisfied look on his face was totally worth it.

I swallowed the last bit of cum and grinned up at him. The desire in his eyes still burned as bright as before he came. He leaned over me, and I reclined into the bed until he was hovering above me, his gaze roving over my whole body hungrily.

He leaned down and took my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue slid against mine sensuously and sent a heady, intoxicating feeling into my brain, which made me shiver and shudder beneath him. My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, and he kissed the breath out of me. The taste of cum on my tongue was enough to make my balls ache heavily between my legs and I thrusted up into him, wanting to grind into something to stop myself from going crazy from pleasure.

He pulled away from the kiss and sat on his heels between my thighs, leaving me hungry for his lips and his dick. Yeah, I needed him to get on with it before I died of blue balls.

"Get on your hands and knees."

The minute those words left his lips, I breathed out a relieved sigh and turned around immediately, arching my back and leaning my head against the bed, showing him without words that I was ready for business.

"God damn. Fuck," he whispered behind me, and I shuddered at the blatant hunger dripping from his deep voice.

"Just fuck me already," I whined, pushing my ass out as far as I could for emphasis.

"Oh yeah? I plan to," he answered as he slid off the bed and walked towards the bedside table to dig out a couple of condoms and lube. My eyes slid hungrily over his abs and biceps.

He climbed back onto the bed and wrapped his hands around my slim waist before sliding them over my whole back until he was caressing my ass. I panted as I pushed my ass into his touch desperately, not caring if I appeared wanton or not.

I felt his finger lightly brush my hole and I panted harder than normal. He repeated the motion once again before taking my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing. I moaned and jolted when he squeezed my cheeks harder.

His touch suddenly left my body and before I could crane my head around to check what it was that he was about to do, he suddenly took my hard dick in his grip from his position behind me and stroked it hard.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered and groaned into the sheets while he kept stroking my dick and sending mind numbing pleasure over my whole body. I felt my knees start to weaken and buckle beneath me, breaking the arched position I was in.

His touch suddenly left my dick and returned to my waist to grasp the edges of my waist and drag me back up until I was once again in an arched position. "Don't break this arch, yeah?"

I nodded without thinking, my hard dick distracting me from maintaining a clear head for more than a few seconds. "Okay, I won't," I answered breathlessly, but he still didn’t go back to what he was doing before.

He slid his hands over my ass and parted my ass cheeks before squeezing the warm globes, dragging a ragged breath out of my nose and mouth. I gasped loudly when I felt his tongue flick over the head of my dick. He licked harder, and his tongue moved from the weeping tip all the way to my aching balls.

"Christ," I cried out and whimpered into the sheets when he sucked on one of my balls before moving to the other. He slid back down and took the tip of my dick into his mouth once again, sucking it deep into his mouth until I started thrusting into his mouth. I fisted the sheets as groans and cries fell from my lips. The suction on my dick seemed to be tightening after every passing second, dragging my orgasm right out of my heavy, aching balls, sliding through my dick to burst into his throat without warning until he suddenly stopped.

I panted hard as my orgasm ebbed off the edge. I fisted the sheets and dragged in ragged breaths. God, I needed to cum so bad.

I whimpered when I felt his lubed finger slide over my puckered hole. He applied pressure and I bit my lips to stop myself from cumming right then. He dripped lube over my hole before slowly inserting his finger. I sucked in a breath with my lips parted as his finger slid over the walls of my ass, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps over my skin. He pulled out and inserted two fingers, dragging them out and pushing them back in immediately.

"Oh God." I pushed back against his fingers as breathless moans slipped out of my mouth along with every thrust of his fingers. His fingers finally slid over my prostrate and I threw my head back and moaned loudly. My dick leaked precum like a faulty tap. He pressed his fingers against my prostrate and proceeded to rub that particular spot with his fingers, making me whimper continuously, rendering me boneless in a few seconds as my head fell back into the bed.

"You ready?" he asked as he held onto my hip with his left hand and his right hand held his dick against my twitching hole.

I puffed out a harsh breath, "Yeah, I am."

He pressed the head of his dick into me until it finally popped through. I panted hard and squeezed the sheets as he slid in slowly before pulling out completely. He pulled on my shoulder until I was leaning against him before thrusting in once again, I sucked in a breath as he went in deeper than the first time.

He wrapped his hand around my waist before jerking my head back with his other hand and sucking on a spot on my throat. Just then he jerked his hips hard against my ass, ramming his dick directly against my prostrate without warning. I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm crashed into me without me even having to touch my dick. It felt like I was floating on nothing as thick ropes of cum shot out of my dick. My ass constricted on his hard dick as shudders raked my whole body. My head exploded with the intense orgasm.

"Fuck, you sound so hot," he said into my ear before flicking it with his tongue. I shivered hard against him with my ass still clenching his hard length. He pushed my shoulder into the bed until I was once again in an arched position. He moved a little and I jolted and clenched as pleasure slithered down my spine. My half hard dick hardened once again against my thigh.

"Christ, you're killing me," he said as he groaned, wrapped his hands around my hips, and jerked me backwards, ramming his dick into my prostrate once again.

"Oh God," I whispered. My whole body zinged with the need to cum again even though I had orgasmed just moments ago.

He pulled his dick out and asked, "You want me to give it to you? Or are you going to come get it?"

I choked down a whimper. Why was this so fucking hot?

"Give it to me, fucking give it to me ha—" I started to say before he thrust back into me hard, turning my words into guttural moans. He pulled out completely and pushed back in without stopping.

I dragged the sheets beneath me and screamed as he pounded into me. His hands held my waist in place, reminding me to take all that he was giving me.

"Oh God, please," I whimpered in a small, cracked voice. My dick leaked precum nonstop. His dick pounded against my prostrate and I couldn't stop another orgasm from shooting out of my pulsing dick. He didn't cease his thrusts this time which only heightened my orgasm until I was whimpering into the sheets once again, my thighs still vibrating from the force of my orgasm.

The feeling of his dick dragging over the sensitive walls of my ass made me shiver and bite the sheets as my body quivered. He thrusted over my prostrate and I threw my head back with a tremble and groaned. His rhythm suddenly turned faster than I expected, and I bit my lip to stop the cries from slipping out to no avail. After a few seconds, I was clenching his dick and screaming into the sheets.

He clamped his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up until I was leaning against his chest once again, our bodies damp with sweat. His hand kept me upright by resting on my chest. He grasped my sensitive dick and I shuddered as he wrapped his slippery hand around the length and started thrusting harder into me, sending my dick thrusting into his hand.

"Oh God," I squealed and whimpered.

"On fuck, fuck..." I groaned with my head lolling weakly on his shoulder. He thrusted two more times before my ass clamped down on him as my orgasm hit me once again. I whimpered, shivering against his chest, my hands holding unto his wrists for leverage as my orgasm washed over me.

"God damn, yeah," he groaned thickly behind me as his orgasm finally hit him. His cum shot out of him, filling the condom immediately.

I panted hard as he slowly dropped me to the other side of the bed since one side was currently covered with sweat and cum. I whimpered as my sensitive dick dragged over the sheets and before I knew what was happening, I had fallen asleep even before he pulled out.

***

I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach and peeled my eyes open. My sore muscles protested painfully as I sat up. I rubbed my eyes while glancing around the unfamiliar room. After a few seconds, everything that happened last night came rushing back and my mouth fell open. I pushed the sheets off my naked body and scrambled off the empty bed in search of my phone and clothes but stopped in my tracks. As I took a step, pain shot from my sore ass, making me wince.

I shouldn't even be here. This was a hookup for God's sake. I should have left right after the deed or made sure to get out of the bed first so I could leave before this stranger got up, which would totally lead to an awkward conversation. Shit.

I pushed my hair out of my face and glanced at the bedside table for my phone. Luckily, it was there. The stranger probably placed it there himself. Reaching for the phone, a note beneath it caught my attention and I picked it up and glanced over it quickly.

Keys are beside your phone, leave them beneath the welcome mat.

I breathed out a relieved sigh as I spotted my pants and boxers shorts beside the bed. I was really glad I wasn't going to encounter him this morning. Lord knows I wasn't mentally ready for that.

***

Michael opened the door after I knocked twice, and I headed straight for his couch and flopped onto it. His dog climbed into my lap immediately and I buried my fingers into her white fur as I cuddled her to my chest. The poor dog probably thought I still needed comforting since I cuddled her a lot when I first found out my fiancé was cheating on me.

"So, how was the hookup? Good? Awful?" Michael asked as soon as he settled in a beanbag chair opposite me.

I gnawed on my lower lip for a few seconds before replying. "It was honestly amazing. Would it be weird if I said I haven't ever had that kind of sex before?"

I shifted on the couch, the pain in my ass reminding me just how hard I was fucked. I had enjoyed every bit of it even if it was totally not what I was used to.

"No, it wouldn't. Some people are just a lot more experienced than others."

"I guess. He seemed older than me. Probably twenty-seven or twenty-six-years old. He had this dominating aura around him..." I started to say slowly as I remembered how he had taken absolute control of my body.

"Sounds like your asshole of a fiancé—dominating, manipulative prick," Michael stated after a few seconds and I breathed out a long sigh as I glanced away from him.

Michael had never been fond of Derek and had been against the relationship from the start, which was why he had quickly agreed to my decision about hooking up last night. He had never cared about Derek's feelings and whether my actions were going to hurt him.

"Derek isn't manipulative, Michael," I started to say but he cut me off immediately.

"Yes, he is. He manipulates you a lot but you're too blinded by love to see it. He cheated on you but I'm sure you're still going to give in and accept his apology today or tomorrow."

"You know we're about to get married soon, and I'm sure he must regret his decision to cheat on me by now," I argued back weakly. I’ve been defending Derek to my best friend since we started dating two years ago. I knew I shouldn't be defending him now since I still hadn't answered his texts or calls yet, but I knew I was going to see him and forgive him.

I just couldn't stay angry at him. I loved him too much to ignore him for so long. There was only so much my heart could take before finally giving in.

***

It has been exactly a week since I caught Derek cheating on me, and five days since I finally accepted his call and agreed to meet up with him at my apartment. We finally reconciled and he promised not to ever hurt me again before proceeding to remind me how much I meant to him. He said I still owned his heart and how we needed to be together since we were perfect for each other and were meant to spend our lives together.

I had only met Derek's parents once, last Christmas. But tonight, we were meeting them to have our first official dinner with them since I'd be marrying into their family in a month's time. I needed to meet with them before the wedding day.

"You ready, babe?" Derek asked after parking the car in his family garage. I took a deep breath and nodded my head even though I was nervous as hell about meeting his family. Derek could already tell that I was nervous. He always seemed to identify my emotions even before I figured them out, which was why he leaned over the console and pressed a light kiss on my lips before dropping another one on my head and pulling me into a hug. His fingers combed through my hair, and in no time, I was able to breathe normally again without my chest constricting.

We got out of the car and Derek took my hand in his and gave me a reassuring smile which made my stomach flip a few times as we made our way into the house. We headed straight into the sitting room, which was heavily furnished. Everything in sight screamed the fact that they were fully loaded with money.

"Derek honey," a voice sang, and we both turned our heads to see his mother walk into the room with a wild smile on her face.

"Mum!" Derek gushed as he crossed the room and engulfed her in his arms for about a minute.

"Oh, you look so much better in person, my child," she said to me after breaking the hug with Derek and opened her arms to me for a hug. I accepted the hug with a relieved smile, my nervousness ebbing away as she patted my back with her manicured fingers.

"Let me go get your dad," she said to us before trailing off in the direction she appeared from.

"See? There's no need for you to be nervous," Derek said to me with a smile and I nodded my head in agreement.

Derek leaned down to drop a kiss on my head since I was five inches shorter than he was but stopped. He glanced over my head at someone walking towards us before snorting out a laugh and saying, "Hey punk."

"Don't call me punk, you asshole," a voice snapped back, and I sucked in a deep breath and blinked a few times.

"Anyway, come meet my fiancé, Jordan," Derek said before glancing down at me and cupping my jaw, then saying, "Babe, I'd like you to meet my annoying younger brother. His name's Oliver."

I turned around slowly. My stomach was already slowing knotting itself and I blinked up at Derek's younger brother. My mouth fell open and my face lost a few shades of color.

Wasn't this the stranger I hooked up with five days ago?

And he's Derek's younger brother?

The annoyed expression on the stranger’s—Oliver's—face morphed into a horrific one. His mouth fell open as well.

I had hooked up with my fiancé's younger brother...just how many levels of fucked up is that?