I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend in our apartment. I was done. There wasn't a point in sticking around to hear their excuses. I ended up alone in a hotel bar, drinking the last five years of a relationship away, not to mention a lifelong friendship. I was well on my journey to forgetting until the attractive man in a suit thought he'd interject, telling me to slow down. Who did he think he was? If I want to drown in my sorrows, I will. That was the last thing I remember. Until I woke up in his bed the next morning, wearing his clothes. And now I have to deal with that, but there's more to the hot, blue-eyed businessman than meets the eye. I never expected him to be connected to a past I'd rather forget. His father was my former boss. A man I ran from ten years ago and never looked back. Only I can't tell my new boyfriend what that monster did. But I should have . . .