Chapter 4

All night, Ethan accepted every drink offered to him. He didn't stop smiling.

It seemed that finally getting rid of me and being with the woman he loved made him truly happy.

After a few drinks, Vivian seemed drunk. She leaned heavily against his chest. Seeing her struggle, Ethan excused them early and took her upstairs to a hotel suite.

They fell onto the bed together. Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ethan, don't leave me tonight."

I thought they were finally going to cross that line. But to my surprise, Ethan paused. He gently removed her hands. "Vivian, don't."

He actually rejected her?

Why? Before I could process my shock, Ethan gave the answer.

"Be good. We aren't officially together yet. I don't want to ruin you."

How hilarious. When he wanted to sleep with me before we got married and I refused, what did he say?

He called me prude and said we were getting married anyway, so what did it matter?

That was the difference between love and lust.

Suddenly, Ethan’s phone rang. His brows knit together when he saw the caller ID, and he instantly hung up.

But the caller was persistent, calling back over and over. Annoyed, Ethan shut his phone off completely.

A few minutes later, there was a furious banging on the hotel room door, accompanied by a screaming voice.

"Ethan Carter! Don't you dare hide in there! I know you're in there with that bitch! You have the balls to play around, but you don't have the balls to open the door?!"