I thought he was just a one night stand

Ariana Summer caught her fiancé in bed with her sister.
"Fine, take them all! The cold-hearted father, the spoiled and selfish mother, and this weak and useless jerk!"
Ariana turned around went to a bar, drunk herself to stupor and had a passionate night with a call boy.
The room was a mess.
Women's lingerie and men's ties were tangled together, creating an atmosphere of intimacy.
Ariana's cheeks were flushed as she stared blankly at the ceiling, realizing she had given herself away.
The sound of water from the bathroom stopped and the man emerged confidently with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
His broad shoulders and narrow waist showcased perfectly defined muscles, not overly pronounced but impressively strong.
A drop of water slowly trickled down his chest, disappearing into the towel, exuding temptation.
With a mischievous smile, he asked, "still savoring it?"
He leaned over the bedside, "want to go again?"
Ariana quickly sat up, again? wasn't he worried about exhaustion?
He might not be tired, but she was!
"No more," she said, grabbing her bag from the bedside and pulling out her phone to transfer money to him.
He watched as she typed in five zeros.
After completing the transaction, Ariana waved her phone, "It's done."
The call boy was charming and sweet, with eight-pack abs, a true gem and couldn't help falling for him as they spent more time together.
Ariana brought him to an engagement party, and everyone gasped, "Young Master Firestone, what wind blew you here?"
Ariana's eyes widened in shock. Young Master Firestone?! Wasn't he the famous prince of the capital circle?! Could she still escape now?
Lucas Firestone cornered her against the wall, "Babe, what do you want for dinner? I'll cook for you, or you can have me."