One Night with My Ex’s Dad

The sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans echoed through the luxurious hotel suite. As the intensity subsided, Grace bit down on the muscular shoulder of the man beside her, leaving a faint mark. "Ian…" she murmured softly before drifting into a groggy sleep. She didn't notice that at the moment she mumbled that name, the man beside her stiffened. By the time Grace woke up, daylight was streaming through the windows. Her entire body ached. As the events of the previous night replayed in her mind, realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. She turned her head sharply—only to see a familiar face lying beside her. Logan Wells. Her boyfriend's father! Her eyes widened in shock. She glanced around the room. Their clothes were scattered across the floor, leading a trail all the way to the bathroom. The faint remnants of water stains painted a vivid picture of just how intense last night had been. A whirlwind of absurdity and helplessness flooded her mind. Grace sat frozen, her brain unable to process what had just happened. Without lingering any longer, she scrambled out of bed, hastily threw on her clothes, and bolted out the door. She had attended Ian's celebration banquet as his girlfriend, representing him in the elegant ballroom. But throughout the evening, Ian had been distracted, frequently checking his phone. Then, midway through the night, he answered a call and left abruptly. Left to handle the guests on her own, Grace had reluctantly sipped a glass of wine handed to her by an unknown guest. Moments later, she began feeling unnaturally warm. Not wanting anyone to notice her discomfort, she excused herself and left the ballroom. In the hallway, she spotted a familiar figure—a man whose silhouette resembled Ian's. Without thinking, she approached him boldly, pulling him close and kissing him. And that was how last night happened. The thought that she had accidentally cheated, and with her boyfriend's father no less, made her head spin. But the real kicker was this: While Grace wasn't especially close to Logan, they'd met several times before. Even if she had been too intoxicated to realize her mistake, Logan certainly would have recognized her! Why hadn't he stopped her? Why had he gone along with it? The more Grace thought about it, the more chaotic her mind became. By the time she reached the elevator, her steps slowed, conflicted emotions flickering across her face. She felt a pang of guilt—she loved Ian, and despite everything that had happened, she couldn't imagine lying to him. If he found out, they would undoubtedly break up. But how could she let go of the man she had loved for five years? Her phone rang, interrupting her frantic thoughts. Hurriedly, she answered. "Hello?" "Grace," Ian's voice came through the line, calm yet probing. "Where are you? I went to see a friend last night, and when I got back to the banquet, you were gone. I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. Are you still at the hotel? I'll come get you." "No!" Grace blurted out, her tone sharper than she intended. Her urgency seemed to spark Ian's suspicion. "Grace, are you—" "I'm at home," she interrupted quickly. "I have something to do. I'll talk to you later." Without waiting for his response, she hung up and let out a shaky breath, pressing the elevator button. She had no idea how to explain last night, but she needed to get out of the hotel. She needed time alone to think. If Ian came to pick her up and ran into Logan, she couldn't even imagine how things would spiral out of control. The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. Just as Grace was about to step inside, she froze. Inside the elevator was a pair of men locked in a kiss. She averted her eyes awkwardly and stepped back, deciding it was better to wait for the next elevator. The two men seemed to notice her presence, and the one facing away from her turned around, as if about to apologize. Grace's eyes widened in shock—it was her boyfriend Ian. Ian hadn't expected to be caught at such a moment. A flicker of panic crossed his face before he quickly composed himself, glaring at her. "Grace, didn't you say you were at home?"