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Olivia Miller's POV

"I will have to drive my car. I need to go home." I was chanting that while coming out of the bathroom. "I need to sleep. Why is everything so blurry? Ho- homf!" I literally crushed on someone, hurting my nose.

"Aww my nose." I groaned and looked up to see who it was. I could not see the face clearly. But when I blinked to focus, I saw him clearly for two to three seconds. "You look familiar."

"Familiar? You wound me, Livi. You don't remember me." A very familiar voice said.

"Your voice is familiar too. You are like that stupid Alex Anderson. Hot as hell and a player." I giggled.

"Thanks for the compliment. Why did you drink so much? You were tripping on the dance floor as well. Let me take you to your house. Tell me the address."

'Address? What's that?' my smart mind asked. "I want to go where my home is."

"Yeah but you need to tell me your home address." That persisting little shit made me mad.

"My home address is in my home!" I tried to stomp but lost my balance. He hold me again. "You are not making any sense Livi. My home then."

"We are going to home!" I cheered and he laughed. "I didn't knew about this side of yours. By the way, you look hot in this short dress."

"It's irritating. I kept pulling it down but it just came back to it's short size. I could not even dance properly." I complained as he put me inside the car.

"You were not dancing, you were grinding against a man."

"That's because I wanted to have sex. His touch felt so good but stupid me pushed him away. I am horny now." I moaned.

"Woah! Since when you became so straight forward? Looks like alcohol took your mouth filter away."

"Why did I ran away?" I groaned loudly.

"Exactly, why did you if it felt good?" Curiosity was evident in his voice.

"Because I was scared. What if he takes advantage of me?"

"You wanted me to take advantage that's why you were grinding against me like that!" He sounded like he was offended. "You, yourself said that you wanted to have sex but you chickened out of it."

"I don't know what I want!" I started to sob.

"You are drunk and confused. It's okay, we will talk tomorrow but please don't cry." I remember him stopping the car and helping me to get out of the car. He unlocked the door of his house and we got inside. I didn't remember what happened but I was on top of him while pressing him on the door.

"I changed my mind. I want to have sex." I tried to kiss him but he dodged me.

"We will talk about it when you are sober, alright?" he tried to get me off but I pressed onto him more.

"You have a boner, stop pushing me away." I whined.

"You are going to regret it tomorrow." He said with a matter of fact but drunk brain was not ready to listen.

"No, I won't." With that I pressed my lips on his and started kissing him. He tried to push me away but I deepened the kiss and after that I was out. Like no idea what happened.

Next morning, I had a huge headache. It's like someone was hammering my head from inside. I couldn't even open my eyes and there was weird pain in my body as well. I might have hit by a truck after drinking so much. If that happened then I would in a hospital. I open my eyes and saw there was no plain white wall of hospital. "Oh, Thank God." I sighed.

But my relief wasn't long lasting when I realized that I was only on my underwear and it was not my room. It didn't look like hotel room and that means I was in a stranger's house. I turned around and came face to face with a muscled back. I couldn't see his face from my side so, I carefully got down from the bed and went around to his side.

I gasped when I saw the half naked man with whom I shared the bed. He was Alex Anderson, my best friend's ex!