Chapter 1

Olivia Miller's POV

I always enjoyed the show bartenders tend to put on while serving drinks. I find it attractive and if the bartender himself is a hot, sexy guy then it's more appealing. But I could not seem to focus on the hot bartender in front of me. My eyes were stuck on the ice and the way he was carving it. He was cutting it in a round shape and the shaved ice were all over the table. That's how I was feeling entire day. I really thought I would enjoy my weekend but my best friend made sure to ruin it.

Flashback:

"Mam, you have a parcel. Please sign here." The delivery guy said after giving me the papers.

I did not know about the parcel and I rarely got any parcel. After receiving the parcel, I checked the sender's name and it was my best friend Sarah Smith.

"She sent me a parcel! Why didn't she tell me before." I placed the box on the tool beside my couch and started to unbox it. The box contains different kind of chocolates, dry fruits, a bottle of perfume and a card. I had this feeling that I would not like whatever was in that card. First she didn't inform me about the parcel when we spoke to each other last night and then she sent me a card. Slowly I unwrapped the card from it's satin cloth cover, revealing a wedding card.

"She is getting married! What the hell? Sarah weds Harry, which Harry is this?" I was totally freaking out. I hurriedly open the card to read inside. "You are invited to join us in the wedding of Sarah Smith and Harry Carson." I went silent after that. I kept looking at the name praying that it was a bad dream and the name would vanish after a while but it didn't happen. The bold golden letters were mocking me by glowing bright.

The card had a folded paper within it so, I took it out. I recognized Sarah's handwriting and it looked like a letter to explain what's going on.

My Dear Olivia,

I do not know how to start explaining things to you. I know everything looks bad but trust me it's not. I know that we are best friends and we were supposed to tell everything to each other but I couldn't tell you when I started to date Harry. I had this burden on me for so long. I know what you think about dating your ex and it happened to me accidentally. I fall in love with him after dating him for few months. You both are important to me and I can not live without any of you. Please forgive me if you can, I know you have a big heart. Everyone here is happy for us like I know you will be happy for me. You remember, how we talked about finding the love of our life? I finally found mine.

I know you are upset but try to understand from my side. Call me when you want to talk. I will wait for you.

- Sarah.

Flashback ends-

I was so upset that I read that letter multiple of times just to make some sense but I failed. How the heck she 'accidentally' fall in love with him when she was dating him for months? She knew that I would be upset then why she even started dating him? When we talked about the love of our life, he was the love of my life and she knew it. How could she use that on me after knowing everything?

She knew how sad and devastated I was when he broke up with me. Long distance relationship was not for him when I was thinking about ditching everything just for him. I came to New York from Florida just for my job while he promised to wait for me. Though it's been two years since we broke up but how could she?

I did not date anyone after that actually I could not. I developed extreme trust issues and Sarah just made it worse. My best friend from my childhood broke my trust with the one who broke my heart. I was in need for a rebranding and my stupid ass decided to start it with getting drunk and then probably one night stand. The vodka shots burned my throat but my heartache was there.

I then heard something over all the loud music and people laughing. A girl was shouting on top of her lungs.

"You bastard! How can you flirt with my friends when you are with me?"

"With you? I just fucked you one night and that's all. Stop stalking me!" A strong and deep male voice shouted.

"Don't fuck with my friends." The girl warned him.

"No, I won't fuck with your friends when I already fucked your sister." I snorted hearing the conversation. Typical player and their one night stand fuck buddies. That reminded me one of the reasons why Harry broke up with me. I was not letting him see me when he asked for nudes, tried to convince me for video sex and I was glad that I did that.

I wanted to trust my best friend. If she was saying that it happened accidentally then it happened accidentally. But my drunk brain compared to getting pregnant accidentally. I was laughing on my own stupidity. One can not just trip, fall on a dick and get pregnant. She too can not trip and accidentally give her heart to him. Everything has a process and they followed it knowing very well what they were doing.

My drunk mind was smarter and declared that letter as bullshit. She knew she fucked up and giving excuses to me. Dating your friend's ex was something I always despised. The world has decent amount of boys so, no one needs to date their friends' boyfriends.

I remember the special note on that wedding card. She was playing the cupid for everyone and asked to bring a plus one. She knew I had no plus one. Suddenly my sweet, innocent best friend started to look like a devil to me. It meant I had enough drinks. I slowly made my way towards the dance floor. I had no feelings left for Harry but I did not expect it from Sarah. My drunk and upset self started to sway with the music and I was sure that I would not be alone there for long. Soon enough I felt a presence behind me. I should be nervous because I had never done something like that. I did not let any stranger to come close to me but I was literally grinding against a stranger whose face I was yet to see.

He placed his hands on my waist and came more close to me. I felt weird but my drunk brain was like, 'You came here to have a D, bitch! Now enjoy what you are getting.' I was no virgin but it was my first time to do it with a stranger. His hands slowly crept up and touched my bosoms. When he started to press them, I chickened out while shouting in my mind 'I could not do it'. I pushed that man away and ran towards the washroom without seeing his face.

"You drank too much, livi. What if that stranger do something to you and you won't be able to save yourself because you are drunk!" I told you, my drunk brain was smarter than my sober one.