1 One Glass of Whiskey 1 One Glass of Whiskey Evelyn Walters ' bright future was destroyed over just one shot of whiskey , or at least that's how much whiskey she remembered drinking She never imagined her world would fall apart after a single night with her father's greatest enemy , Axel Knight , the notorious business tycoon and infamous playboy . Almost every weekend , his name trended in the gossip columns , always photographed with some stunning , barely - dressed woman clinging to his arm . And now ... That dangerously handsome man lay beside her , sleeping soundly , only half of his sculpted body hidden beneath the sheets . " Oh , bloody hell , Eve ... How could you sleep with him ?" Slowly , she tried to slip out of bed , but the moment she moved , her body trembled violently . The deep , unfamiliar ache between her thighs was unbearable . It was a nameless pain she'd never known before . When she saw her naked body , still marked with the trace of their wild night , a cold shiver ran through her . After slipping out of bed without waking him , Evelyn immediately gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly put them on But just as she reached for her bag , her phone rang , the sudden buzzing sound nearly making her heart leap out of her chest . She snatched the phone and was startled to see her sister , Stella, calling . " Sister Eve , where are you ? Why aren't you in your room ? " " I'm still here ! * Evelyn whispered sharply , casting one last glance at the man still asleep on the bed before slipping out of the master bedroom " Here ? You mean the Imperial Hotel ? " Yes . I'll explain later ! " " What the hell . She bung up before her sister could ask another question With one stiletto in hand . Evelyn opened the door , but froze the moment she saw a man in a gray suit standing in front of her . She blinked a few times , unsure if he had come into the room , but of course , he had Before she could speak , the man asked calmly , " Is he still inside ? " " Y - Yes ... " < 1 One Glass of Whiskey Evelyn's voice was slightly shaking as she gently opened the door , signaling him to come in . But he didn't move . Instead , he asked , " Do you want me to drive you home ? " " No , thank you ." " Are you sure ? " Evelyn simply nodded before turning away , as she walked the hallway and disappeared into the elevator . Barefoot ! 1 Walters Resident . When Evelyn parked her car in the basement , she nearly jumped when she saw her sister , Stella , already standing there in her favorite home clothes , arms crossed , and looking like a mom who caught her kid returning home late . Stella didn't even wait ; she yanked the door open before Evelyn had fully parked . " Oh ... my goodness , Sister Eve ... where the hell have you been ? Do you even know what time it is ? Ah , I mean , what day is it now ? " Turning off the engine with an eye roll , Evelyn stepped out , breezing past her sister like a hungover queen . " Nice to see you too , Stella , " she muttered , heading straight for the elevator . Her mind was still in chaos . After that ridiculous New Year's Eve party with every rich and powerful snob in the country , she got way too drunk . She somehow ended up in bed with Axel Knight , her father's arch - nemesis . Just thinking about him made her face flush all over again . That half - naked devil was now burned into her brain like a curse . But no way in hell was she telling Stella that . " I got too drunk to drive , alright ? So I booked a room and I slept there ... " As the elevator dinged on the third floor , she cast a sideways glance . " Where's Dad ? " " You're in deep shit , sis ... " Stella trailed behind with dramatic flair , her eyes wide with mock horror . " What deep shit ? " Evelyn stopped and shot her a look , arching one perfectly arched brow . " What ? Do you think this is a soap opera ? This early morning ? Stella groaned , hands flying in the air . " You seriously forgot that you were supposed to go golfing with him this morning ? He was already losing it when you didn't show up at breakfast . I had to survive his nonstop ranting while buttering the toast ! " " Oh , fabulous . Just what I needed " Evelyn sighed and fished her phone from her purse , about to call him , until Stella stopped her . 08.44 214 < 1 One Glass of Whiskey " Relax . I told him you were on your monthly period and couldn't get up . You're welcome ." She smirked , clearly waiting for applause . Evelyn blinked , then gave her cheek a teasing pinch . " You little liar . I love you . I owe you a designer bag ... preferably one that shuts you up . " " Deal ," Stella said , tossing her hair like a diva . " Now , if you'll excuse me , I need to scrape the night off my soul and sleep before my brain explodes . " Evelyn waved her off and disappeared into her bedroom . After closing the door behind her , Evelyn suddenly felt her knees weaken at the thought of her father finding out what had happened last night . " No ! He won't find out unless someone tells him ... You'll be fine , Eve ! " She shook off the terrifying thought and headed straight to the bathroom , stripping off her black dress and the remaining linen clinging to her skin . When she saw her reflection in the mirror , her face immediately flushed , revealing the love bite across nearly her entire body . " You are so fucking screwed , Eve ! How dare you sleep with him ? Axel Knight ? " She let out a deep sigh , trying to release the pressure building in her chest . But the tension only tightened when another thought hit her . " Does he even know he slept with me ? No ! He was definitely drunk too , right ? He won't remember me ... yes ... he won't ! " Evelyn tried desperately to convince herself . She shoved the entire night with Axel to the back of her mind . She decided to bury it . Everything would be fine , as long as no one ever found out . But Evelyn's wish didn't come true the way she hoped . For the past five weeks , she had gone on with her usual routine . She stayed busy working closely with the management team at Walters Group . However , her life was thrown into a nightmare the moment another marriage arrangement was made with the Lincoln family . The night before the family dinner with the Lincolns , she stared in disbelief at the pregnancy test in her hand . Two pink lines . ' I'm pregnant ... 2 08.44 < 1 One Glass of Whiskey Comment 27