All Chapters of The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Ah...”Startled awake,Alessia cautiously got up, her head throbbing, and her body aching as if she had been in a wrestling match.Looking at the scattered underwear and pants, she couldn't help but recall the intense s*x last night.Last night, after the grand bonfire event organised by the charming hunk, Brayden Scott, Alessia had finally crossed the line into intimacy.Brayden had been planning to confess his feelings to her, and her older sister, Connie, had congratulated them both with a knowing grin.Alessia had downed a drink Connie handed her and then blissfully drifted into slumber.But in her dreams, she had taken the initiative with Brayden.The transformation from an innocent girl to a passionate woman had been a rollercoaster of sensations.He was an absolute beast in bed, in the best way possible.Suddeny, she heard Connie’s voice with panic outside—‘I don’t know—Brayden, I honestly didn’t mean for this to happen.’‘Shh! Lower your voice, Connie. We can’t let Alessia he

Logan stood with his head slightly bowed, observing the woman whose eyes kept darting around, obviously plotting her escape.Standing this close, he could tell this woman wore no perfume or makeup.Bathed in soft moonlight streaming through the window, she wasn’t bad-looking.In fact, she could even be described as pretty—petite frame, fair skin, lovely oval-shaped face, dainty lips, and small nose.But her best features were her eyes—big, round, liquid eyes shielded under long, thick lashes that required no help from mascara.People often said that eyes are the window to the soul, and in this woman’s case, it was actually true.Just one glance at her, Logan could tell what she was thinking—make a run for it, or try to reason with him?Leaning forward slightly, he could smell her shampoo—something cheap and citrusy, unlike the thousand-dollar limited-edition Chanel No. 5 Eau de Toilette Olivia Anderson wore.But strangely, he didn’t feel the same nausea he experienced when Olivia got

D*mn it.WHAT A MESS.Alessia, sensing the weight of Olivia’s emotions, rushed to explain, desperation lacing her words. ‘No, Miss Anderson! It’s a misunderstanding. I am in no way involved with Mr Wilde. We were just—’But before Alessia could finish speaking, Logan’s restraining arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.The sudden closeness sent a shiver down Alessia’s spine.A flush of embarrassment coloured her cheeks as she realised the physical evidence of Logan’s desire pressing against her backside.They stood together, facing Olivia, their bodies almost melding into one.Logan shot a cold look at Olivia. ‘Have you seen enough?’Olivia pursed her lips. ‘Well, aren’t you touchy? Fine, I won’t disturb you any longer. Carry on. Although, I suggest you take this party to a hotel room. Too many prying eyes here.’Olivia shot Alessia one last look of jealousy before she turned and walked away.The door closed once again.‘Ugh!’ Alessia fumed, her anger mounting.She e

Alessia wanna cry. But she knew her urgent task was to find an excuse to stay away from the angry lion.She feigned ignorance, her voice dripping with innocence. ‘I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else. I didn’t write that article. Lara Morris did.’Logan’s jaw tightened, a flicker of frustration crossing his features.‘I was there,’ he retorted sharply. ‘I saw you taking those photos. Don’t play dumb with me.’Alessia’s eyes flashed with defiance as she shot back, ‘Yes, I took the photos, but I deleted them right in front of you. You saw it.’Logan’s gaze bore into hers, his steely resolve unyielding. ‘Someone clearly got their hands on those photos, and I have a feeling it’s not just a coincidence that they ended up in that article.’Alessia tried to find a way to divert suspicion. ‘Look, maybe someone else at the hotel took similar photos and used them for the article. It wasn’t me.’Logan’s frustration boiled over, his voice sharp with irritation. ‘Do you ho

Alessia’s eyes flickered between Logan and the huddled figures on the sofa.Her instinct urged her to turn around and flee, to escape the intensity of the room and the piercing gaze of Logan Wilde.But her escape path was blocked by the imposing presence of the four burly bodyguards in the hallway.Reluctantly, she took a deep breath and stepped into the room, her eyes meeting Logan’s.Logan’s gaze fell upon her face, his penetrating eyes seemingly drawn to her lips.Alessia could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her mind involuntarily replayed the memory of their earlier kiss.The urge to shield her lips from his intense scrutiny surged within her, but she resisted the impulse.With newfound courage, she locked eyes with him, refusing to back down.In that moment, Alessia’s attention was drawn to his lips—thin, yet undeniably masculine.The lighting in the room accentuated their vivid shade, akin to the colour of ripe roses.She tore her gaze away, feeling her cheeks burn with a