“Why are you shouting at me? Don’t you remember what happened?” she shouted back, but Mike couldn’t recall anything, his mind blank from the alcohol.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” he accused, hoping it was all a dream.

“How could I plan this? Did I take you to the bar to get drunk?” she replied, feigning anger while secretly enjoying the situation.

Mike realized that while being drunk was his fault, he couldn’t entirely blame Vicky. He stood silently, looking at her before speaking. “You won’t tell anyone about this. Jennifer must not find out. I made a mistake, and it won't happen again. Do you understand?” he said.

Vicky,...