I looked at the drunk man who had changed my life in one unforgettable night. I was certain what I was about to do was wrong. "Your eyes are beautiful," he murmured, his gaze locked on mine, a lazy, intoxicated smile on his lips. What was I thinking? In a desperate attempt to please my crush who had said he didn’t like virgins, I was willing to throw myself at this stranger. A drunk stranger. "What are you thinking?" I whispered, more to myself than to him. The handsome man in front of me chuckled, a deep sound that sent shivers down my spine. He was no doubt good looking, with sharp features and piercing eyes that softened as he leaned closer. And then, without warning, he crushed his lips against mine. "Ellie," he breathed, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes. "You came back." This man thought I was someone else. Ellie. A dark thought crossed my mind. What if I pretended to be her? Whoever Ellie was, she must have been someone he loved deeply. And for one night, I could be her. I could give him the comfort he needed while fulfilling my own desires. He kissed me again, softly at first, then with a fiery passion that consumed us both. One thing led to another, and we ended up in his luxurious penthouse. Beneath the glow of the city lights streaming through the windows, I became the Ellie he needed, surrendering myself completely in that moment. The next morning, I woke up in his bed, the events of the night replaying in my mind like a vivid dream. I slipped out quietly, clutching the memories and the newfound confidence. I thought I would finally win over my crush. But reality came crashing down harder than I expected when I walked into my new office later that day. I froze, my heart dropped as I carried the coffee tray toward my boss’s desk. Alexander Cain. The same Alexander who had held me in his arms last night, who had whispered Ellie’s name with such tenderness, who had devoured me as though I were his entire world. He lifted his eyes from the papers in front of him, his gaze flicking to me and then to the coffee in my trembling hands. I felt my stomach drop and I crossed my fingers, silently praying he wouldn’t remember me or worse, call me out for what I had done. Will my little prayer be enough to keep Alexander Cain, my billionaire CEO boss, from piecing together the truth? Or is my web of deception about to unravel?