Drunk and Married to My Best Friend's Brother

Kylie Miller had been a quintessential good girl for over twenty years.

Her only two outrageous actions were agreeing to her best friend Mina Hall's request to pursue her twin brother, and getting drunk and hiring a "male prostitute", which resulted in them having sex.

When she sobered up, not only had she inexplicably married the "male prostitute", but she had also let him move in.

Mina was furious, convinced that Kylie had fallen into a trap.

However, Kylie looked at the bank card balance her husband had given her.

The balance was so high she could hardly believe it. Kylie wondered-were male prostitutes all this driven these days?

He not only traveled all over the country on business trips, but also had to attend shareholder meetings. Even in his busy schedule, he wouldn't forget to ask her for sex.

Wait a minute. At the belated family gathering, why was her husband so familiar with Mina?

...

Kylie awoke from her drunken stupor in the late afternoon.

Twenty-two years of being a good girl hadn't prepared her for the aftermath of her first hangover, leaving her feeling dazed.

But a cool voice quickly snapped her back to reality.

"Quite the sleeper, aren't you?" The pleasant sound seemed like a sigh, yet also carried a hint of teasing.

Kylie tilted her head slightly before meeting the inscrutable gaze of the person in front of her.

Memories flooded back, and Kylie blushed uncontrollably.

The dazzling lights of the nightclub last night made her feel a little dizzy, especially since Kylie was already drunk and her eyes were blurry.

She vaguely recalled waiting for hours, anger boiling when she realized she'd been stood up, impulsively hiring a male prostitute.

The man who arrived was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, and his height still felt intimidating to Kylie, who was not short.

His features were striking, though his eyes were a bit too cold when they glanced over.

Fueled by alcohol, Kylie's courage surged. The more indifferent the man was, the more she wanted to win him over.

Kylie vaguely remembered that when she took out the wad of banknotes from her bag and slammed them on the table, the male prostitute raised an eyebrow.

"Is this enough to make you my sugar baby?" she slurred, unaware of the industry's jargon, her bravado quickly faltering.

Fortunately, the man only frowned briefly, pocketed the cash, and sat beside her.

That was his agreement.

Emboldened, Kylie grasped his hand.

His hands were strong and slightly cool. He paused for a few seconds, then interlocked his fingers with hers.

The memory that followed made Kylie blush with embarrassment.

She only remembered that she had boldly downed several drinks, and then, feigning sophistication, "half-forced" the man to drink as well, even more than she did. Therefore, she had no recollection of how she stumbled into the hotel in a drunken state, or of having sex with him.

She vaguely remembered that they had sex until dawn, and the "male prostitute" stared at her with an innocent expression, asking, "You're not planning to shirk responsibility, are you?"

Kylie, still muddled, had been raised to be responsible, nodded, "I'll take responsibility. Well, how do you want me to do that?"

The man asked, "Do you have your ID card?"

She nodded.

Thus, in a dazed state, she was led into a car and taken all the way to court.

As the marriage certificate was signed, she sneaked a glance at the man's signature. His handwriting was strong, and the signature read Colton Shaw.

The male prostitute became her husband, and he was completely at ease when he led her out.

He opened the car door for her with one hand and held onto the car roof with the other. He truly showed his background in the service industry.

His words seemed casual, but it was clear he wasn't asking her opinion. "Since we're legally married, I'll move in with you."

Kylie felt a little troubled at the thought of having to share her comfortable one-bedroom apartment with Colton.

Colton adhered to the principle of immediate action after notification, asking for her address and driving straight there.

Because she hadn't fully sobered up yet, Kylie slept almost the entire way during the journey.

When Colton followed her into the apartment, she belatedly realized, "Don't you have any luggage?"

Colton smirked, leaning down, "No rush, I have to leave for a business trip later."

He assured Kylie to go back to sleep, promising they'd eat together before he headed to the airport.

When Kylie woke again, it was nearly dark.

Colton bent down to kiss her forehead, adjusting his sleeves as he changed shoes. "Dinner's on the table. Eat well and get more rest. I'll call you when I land."

He spoke with his back to her, missing her wide-eyed surprise, clearly unaccustomed to his familiar kiss.

Only when the door clicked shut did Kylie begin to grasp the reality of her situation, followed by deep panic and unease.

Oh no, her twenty-two years of innocent life had been completely changed.

She had gone to a matchmaking event, gotten drunk, and ended up with a male prostitute. Worse, she had married him and brought him home.

Almost trembling, she fished out her phone, glanced down, and found it off and black-screened. Hastily plugging it in, she nervously powered it on.

As expected, after making countless phone calls to her, Mina completely lost her temper the moment she finally answered. "Kylie! Do you still want to be my sister-in-law, or not? Have you chosen my brother over me?"

Kylie swallowed nervously, originally ready to righteously complain that Mina's twin brother had stood her up, never showing up.

Now, feeling guilty, she stammered, "Well, Mina, does your brother mind that I'm divorced?"

On the eve of graduation, Kylie's mother, Regina, known for her unpredictable whims, caused a stir once again. "Either you land a prestigious job at a multinational company and stay in Losland, or you head back home for matchmaking. I've picked out some top-notch candidates for you to consider as future husbands."

In short, she must find a high-paying job or marry well within a month.

Kylie braced herself until the graduation ceremony, quickly rented an apartment in Losland, but finding a job that met Regina's expectations was nearly impossible.

Mina listened to her complaints and suddenly had a lightbulb moment. "You should marry my twin brother and become my sister-in-law. It's a win-win. After you get married, my brother will definitely devote all his attention to you and won't be so controlling of me anymore. We're good friends, you should help me!"

Mina only dared to speak harshly to her twin brother behind his back. Through Mina's accumulated complaints, Kylie had come to believe that Mina's brother was cold and domineering, and that he controlled her in every way just because he was a few minutes older than Mina.

Now, to persuade Kylie to marry her brother, Mina kept praising him, "He's handsome, rich, successful, and is a good son. Well, let me think, what other good qualities does he have..."

To show her sincerity, Mina generously bought the one-bedroom apartment Kylie had rented. "Keep it as your little hideaway, so you can retreat there for a couple of days whenever you're upset with my brother."

Seeing Kylie hesitate, Mina made up her mind and added, "Once you marry him, we'll be family forever."

She also stuffed several stacks of cash into Kylie's purse, "Clothing expenses."

Kylie blinked, fidgeting with her straw, and finally agreed.

The result was that she waited at a café next to a nightclub until closing time, but never saw Mina's brother.

In a heated moment and feeling exasperated, she turned and went into the nightclub.

Usually, she only came to such places to cover for Mina, but now that she went in alone, she didn't know how to refuse the bartender's hard-working sales pitch.

Since she wasn't spending her own money, she tried one drink after another, getting increasingly tipsy.

She even used the clothes money from Mina to hire a male prostitute.

Now, Kylie spent nearly an hour recounting the events to Mina.

It took Mina a long moment to react, and her fiery temper exploded immediately. "You mean my brother never showed up? Holy crap, you ended up with a male prostitute?

How could you sleep with him and then get a marriage certificate? That's so ridiculous! What kind of male prostitute is so out of line that he'd expect a client to take responsibility? Were you set up?"

Kylie could feel Mina's anger even through the phone. "I'm going to ask my brother!"

"No, maybe your brother wasn't interested in me." Kylie tried to stop her, but Mina had already hung up.

Kylie sighed, looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table.

There was a nagging feeling that something was off.

It wasn't until she had almost finished eating all the food that she figured out what was strange about it.

What kind of male prostitute went on business trips?

What kind of male prostitute could afford a Maybach?

As her thoughts began to unravel, she stood up in shock.

Wait, they were married, so why was Colton still entertaining other clients?

Why didn't Colton realize he was a married man?

The flight landed, and Colton turned on his phone, ignoring the flood of notifications as he called Kylie first.

The call connected quickly, and a timid voice answered, "Hello?"

Colton's mood instantly lifted. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have."

Through the phone, Colton could imagine Kylie nodding eagerly.

Jeff Hewitt, his assistant, opened the car door, and Colton got in, feeling quite satisfied with her response.

"Um, well..." Kylie's voice hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Colton was completely focused on listening to Kylie's voice, oblivious to Jeff's startled reaction to his gentle tone.

Jeff was wary of Colton's sudden tenderness. He always felt that Colton's gentleness carried a fatal allure.

Before answering the call, Kylie had been staring at Colton's number for a long time.

He had entered his number into her phone without her knowing, even labeling it "honey."

At this moment, she racked her brains, trying to think of a way to ask Colton why he continued to work as a male prostitute to entertain customers even after getting married, without hurting Colton's pride.

After much hesitation, she couldn't help but ask directly. "A male prostitute has to travel for work? Is it the kind of thing where exclusive clients place orders?"

Kylie regretted her words immediately, feeling like she was showing off knowledge she had merely Googled.

Colton paused for a few seconds. "I don't have exclusive clients. My business trip is for other business needs."

He considered whether he should clear up this misunderstanding, but chose to change the subject when he noticed Jeff's ears perk up. "I'll deal with it as soon as possible. I won't keep you waiting long."

Had it not been for this pre-scheduled business, Colton wouldn't have wanted to fly so far on the day he got his marriage license.

Kylie felt a weight in her heart.

Did he have other business needs? No wonder he could afford a luxury car like a Maybach.

He was working so hard! She actually met a true workaholic in this industry.

She couldn't quite put her emotions into words. Kylie only felt the air growing heavy.

She wanted to muster up the courage to ask him, "You're married, why are you still working as a male prostitute?"

But she feared he might flippantly reply, "If I don't, will you support me?" She couldn't afford that now.

If her parents found out she was supporting a male prostitute, she'd be in deep trouble.

Forget it.

Kylie intended to wait for the right time to ask if Colton would agree to a divorce.

They were an ill-fitting pair, like keeping a lion in a studio apartment.

With this thought, Kylie finally let out a sigh of relief.

Her wording became more cautious, "I'll let you get back to your work now, take care."

She hung up swiftly, not waiting for Colton's response.

Colton was stunned for a moment, looking at the phone that had been abruptly hung up, and a faint sense of loss slipped through his heart.

During the pause at the red light, Jeff forced a smile, trying to break the tense atmosphere that had been lingering in the car for a while. "Well, is she someone new? Her voice is quite pleasant."

Despite being Colton's assistant, Jeff was also one of the few childhood friends he had grown up with, often unable to resist the urge to indulge in gossip.

He knew that Colton was incredibly attractive to women, but Colton wasn't particularly interested in them. Jeff was just mentioning it casually to lighten the mood. He was even prepared for Colton to ignore him.

Unexpectedly, a voice mixed with barely restrained laughter came from the back seat. "She is my wife."

Jeff slammed on the brakes, then felt regretful for his inability to remain calm and instead instinctively slamming on the brakes.

He never expected that Colton, a workaholic who refused to get married, would fall in love!