Miguel's anger was clear as he hurriedly dressed, his mind still filled with the events of the night. Betty, on the other hand, moved with a calm and almost satisfied air as she got dressed. The room was tense, the emotional aftermath of their recent encounter hanging in the air.
Miguel struggled with his shirt, his frustration growing as he turned to face Betty. “I can’t believe this happened,” he said, his voice shaky with anger and regret. “I was drunk, and now I’m stuck with you. I never wanted this.”
Betty, seemingly unbothered by his distress, responded with a smirk. “You were the one who started it. And despite everything, I enjoyed it. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having more nights like this with you.”
Miguel’s anger grew. “You don’t understand. I don’t like you. There’s someone e
