Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 202

Her heart hammered in her chest. Vivian never in her wildest dreams imagined that Quennel, the man she idolized, would one day be kissing her.

Even the scent of alcohol on his breath was intoxicating to her.

“Stephanie, I knew you still cared about me. I knew you couldn't bear to leave me…”

But perhaps because he was so drunk, Quennel only managed a couple of kisses before he stopped, seeming to have fallen asleep again.

An indescribable sense of disappointment and emptiness washed over Vivian. She swallowed hard, realizing this was a golden opportunity, and boldly wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Quennel,” she whispered, “you have to make your own opportunities. I was about to leave, but you're the one who pulled me back.”

With that, Vivian pressed herself against him, her arms hooked around his waist, and began to kiss him.

“Quennel…”

Vivian mimicked Stephanie's tone of voice as she unbuttoned Quennel's shirt, her hands tracing over his chest, shamelessly teasing him.

Vivian adored him; he was the man of her dreams.

“I'm Stephanie…”

Quennel was lost in a drunken haze. He could feel a woman's lips on his neck and tried to force his eyes open.

But his eyelids were too heavy. He couldn't see a thing, only hearing the woman whispering in his ear, “Quennel…”

His mind was filled with the image of Stephanie kissing him. With a growl, he flipped the woman over, pinning her beneath him.

“I don't want to just be your friend anymore. I want to be your husband! Stephanie, I love you… I want you…”

…

The next day.

Quennel woke up with a splitting headache. He had drunk way too much last night and had passed out at the bar.

But now… how did he get home?

He rubbed his throbbing temples, and as he rolled over, he realized he was holding a naked woman in his arms.

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