Chapter 1: My Boyfriend Cheated

I sat at the bar, downing several shots of vodka in one go.

The fiery burn of the alcohol slid from my mouth to my stomach, setting my nerves ablaze.

I wasn’t someone who drank often, but at this moment, only alcohol could grant me a fleeting sense of relief.

My life had taken a devastating turn just an hour ago.

I caught my ex-boyfriend in bed with Vivienne, the cheerleading captain.

When I barged into his apartment, his cock was still inside that bitch.

Damn it. That disgusting image made me feel like I’d been gutted.

“Your boyfriend isn’t the best I’ve ever had, but he’s pretty strong, and he fucks me really well!”

Vivienne’s arrogant laughter echoed in my ears as if it had just happened.

Although I broke up with Lucian on the spot, the sadness still consumed me like a tidal wave.

Laughter and cheers came from not far away. The boys and girls were celebrating, their joy feeling like it belonged to a completely different world from mine.

“Hey, Seraphina, are you sure you don’t want to head over there? I heard the Eagles Club is celebrating their big win tonight,” Jack, the bartender in front of me, said with a wink.

I knew Jack well. I worked part-time at this bar, and he had helped me out countless times.

Though he was twenty years older than me, I considered him a friend.

I shook my head. “No, I'm good.”

The Eagles Club was this fighting club full of hot, muscular guys. They were the most popular dudes in town, but they had zero to do with me.

I hated noisy crowds.

Jack chuckled and poured me another drink.

After finishing it, I stumbled to the restroom, my head spinning. As I pushed open the door, I nearly collided with someone walking out.

He was drop-dead gorgeous—thick black hair, deep brown eyes, and an aura that was somehow both cold and inviting. He stood around six-foot-three, his black T-shirt stretching across his muscular build. His biceps were broader than my shoulders. He looked like Chris Evans—stunning and commanding.

His gaze locked onto me, and my stomach did a flip.

I realized who he was: Kael Emberwood, captain of the Eagles Club and an undefeated boxer. Since joining the club, he’d maintained a perfect win record. At twenty, he was practically a local celebrity, adored by every girl in town—including that Vivienne. Rumor had it they’d hooked up, and he was her favorite.

Besides, Lucian was one of them at the Eagles Club, and Kael was their captain.

Suddenly, the memory of Vivienne and Lucian flashed in my mind. Looking at Kael now, my heart raced again, and my blood boiled.

“Wrong restroom?” Kael raised an eyebrow, his tone playful.

He was the town's golden boy and a notorious player. He had always been spotted at bars and known for his conquests. Surely, he wouldn’t turn me down I guessed.

I was actually pretty confident in myself and I was pretty sure I would not be any worse than that Vivienne.

“Has anyone ever told you how hot you are?” I murmured, licking my lips as I leaned closer to Kael, my hand sliding over his chest. Through his thin shirt, I could feel the firm muscles beneath, and the radiating heat. Kael’s body temperature was higher than anyone else’s I’d ever touched. Must be all that celebrating—this night was all about him, after all.

Not long ago, Kael had just beaten the top fighter from the neighboring town. The club had gone wild, and now they were all at the bar celebrating. When he noticed me approaching, he didn’t step back. Instead, his eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with interest, like a wolf spotting prey.

Encouraged by those eyes, I let my hand wander lower, tracing the hard lines of his abs. It felt like I was running my fingers over a solid wall. Damn, his body was the kind that could make any woman weak in the knees.

He grabbed my hand and guided it lower, straight to his crotch. I felt something hard and throbbing beneath the fabric—his cock. In an instant, it seemed to grow even larger, rigid and eager, straining against his pants. The sheer size of it was intimidating.

His breathing deepened, his eyes fixed on me—dark, intense, a mix of coolness and barely restrained hunger.

“If you keep this up, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll fuck you right here in the bathroom,” he said.

“Maybe I just don’t care,” I replied, the alcohol making me bold. Something about Kael's body had already set me on fire. My underwear was soaked. The thought of doing it in the bathroom, with people just outside, hearing their voices—it was thrilling. Just thinking about it made my skin tingle.

How freaking wild would that be?

Kael stared at me for a moment, then pulled me into his arms. “Let’s go to my place,” he said.

And just like that, in a haze of alcohol and desire, I found myself in Kael’s apartment.

When he pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso, I suddenly felt a pang of nervousness. I was a good student, the bookworm type. In six months with Lucian, we'd only slept together once. Had he cheated because I wasn't adventurous enough?

Fuck that!

The alcohol had made me forget my insecurities before this moment.

“What, you having second thoughts?” Kael asked, noticing the unease on my face.

“No, just a little nervous,” I admitted.

Regret? Not a chance.

Now all I could think about was Lucian and Vivienne tangled together in bed. I needed a revenge. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Kael stepped closer, lifting me into his arms. I giggled, pulling his head down to mine, kissing him hard, even biting his lip a bit. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We kissed like that—me clinging to him like a koala—as he carried me through the apartment. The apartment was dimly lit, the only sound our muffled moans and heavy breathing.

My arms tightened around his neck. His body felt even hotter now, almost unnaturally so.