Of course, I knew it was a one- night stand. It’s was the perfect night before all hell broke loose to be quite honest. Drinking, talking and flirting. One I relished in as I tried to gravitate my mind back to solid ground after soaring so high I could feel the rush of flying. My stomach dipped, my heart fluttered, and my toes curled inward and then I splattered to the hard surface of the ground. Jude Westbrooke opened his big fat mouth. He ruined it, ruined me, ruined it all.