One Wild Night After Mistaking the Wrong Person

Synopsis

After coming back from a business trip, I spent a wild night with my boyfriend, or so I thought. Lying there afterward, I suddenly realized something about the man beside me just didn't add up. My fingers suddenly clamped down on his wrist as he tried to push himself up, holding him firmly in place, not letting him move an inch. "Don't move," I said coldly. The room's atmosphere turned icy. Whatever warmth lingered from before evaporated, leaving only the harsh, heated sound of our uneven breathing, magnified in the silence. He froze, his whole body stiff, arm trembling, his slender, inexperienced back taut and awkward. His posture, the way he used his strength, none of it resembled Eric Linwood, my boyfriend of three years, who practically lived at the gym. The next second, he turned his head, his eyes full of that wounded innocence only a young guy could have. His voice was hoarse and soft, clearly begging. "Nina, I really can't do it again tonight." It was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over me, the cold sinking deep into my bones, wiping out all the heat and passion from earlier. "What did you just call me?" I asked coldly. I locked my gaze on his face, not letting a single flicker of emotion slip past me.