A Night With My Ex's Father

"Why are you, a young girl, putting your kidneys and liver at risk?" A deep, husky voice startled me as it whispered in my ear, causing me to freeze in my seat. He was alarmingly close, his breath fanning across the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but notice the intimate proximity. I turned to face the mysterious man, my mouth agape in surprise. Despite the disbelief, he was undeniably attractive. His dirty blonde spikes, a strong jawline, pink lips, and eyes with a captivating blend of dark blue and light grey left me mesmerized – they were truly breathtaking. Although he seemed older, around 45 to 50, his undeniable charm made him seem younger. I could feel a smirk forming on his face as he caught me admiring him. "You...," I stammered, unsure of how to respond to his comment. "Do you think a young, beautiful girl like me desperately needs to forget something?" he asked softly, sending shivers down my spine. "I've been wanting to let go of my past," I confessed, cutting him off before he could continue. It was true, I was tipsy, but how could a single night with a stranger – someone older and seemingly experienced – be considered wrong? "Would you allow me to help you forget?" he提议道, his words echoing in the air. In that moment, I found myself questioning my judgment, even though I knew better.