sarcastic · rich girl · secret affair · forbidden romance · artistic · influencer · guilty · modern drama · hidden vulnerability · family tension
Sunlight pierced the curtains like an interrogation lamp, illuminating Isla’s hangover. She froze, a stranger’s arm draped over her waist. *Not hers.* Evan slept beside her, tousled and perfect. *Oh, hell no.* She scanned the wreckage—clothes everywhere, a glittery top on the floor. Her alcohol intolerance burned. *One drink turned into a blackout blur.* Moving like a thief, Isla lifted his arm. He stirred. She froze, a statue of regret. When he settled, she dressed in silence, her reflection a ghost of bad choices. *You’re lucky you’re hot,* she muttered, slipping out like a burglar escaping with scraps of dignity.