Part 1My Fiancée Made Me Share Underwear with Her Male Best Friend

My fiancée, Chloe, gave me a pricey Armani underwear set.

I was surprised to find a disgusting curly hair stuck to one of the briefs.

Fighting back a wave of nausea, I grabbed a tissue and yanked it off.

Then I went straight to Chloe, holding it up.

"What is this? Don't tell me it's a mistake by the store, selling worn underwear as new?"

Chloe's eyes darted nervously, clearly at a loss for words.

Just then, Leo, Chloe's 'male best friend', stepped forward, jumping to her defense.

"Julian, it's not Chloe's fault, it's all on me! I was there when Chloe was picking out your gift, and I figured since we're roughly the same size, I'd just try them on for you."

He said it with a smirk, like he'd just done me the biggest favor ever.

Chloe's group of friends immediately jumped in, rallying around her.

"Exactly, Julian, Leo was just trying to be nice! Are you really making such a big deal over something so trivial?"

"Seriously? It's just a pair of underwear. So what if there's a hair on it? Are you a germaphobe or something?"

"Chloe's so good to you, and you're interrogating her in front of all of us? That's so disrespectful, totally unmanly."

They piled on, their accusations instantly turning on me.

It was like I was the unreasonable, immature one.

Chloe took the cue, grabbing my arm, her face twisting into a wronged expression, her voice catching with a sob.

"Julian, don't be like this. How am I supposed to face my friends after this?"

"Leo really was just trying to help, please don't misunderstand him."

I looked at her tear-streaked face, then at the angry crowd of 'justice warriors' beside her.

Instead of anger, a wave of profound amusement washed over me.

I laughed.

It wasn't a loud laugh, but the sudden silence that followed was deafening.

Everyone stared at me with startled looks, probably not expecting that reaction.

I ignored them, my gaze fixed on Leo.

The guy still standing there, playing the role of the noble martyr, ready to 'take responsibility' for his actions.

"If you were trying them on for *me*, then what are you wearing right now?"

My voice was soft, but it instantly shredded his flimsy disguise.

His face visibly stiffened, and his eyes started to dart away.

"I... I'm wearing my *own*, of course."

He tried to bluster.

"Oh, really?"

I picked up the glass of red wine from the table, swirled it, and started walking towards him.

Just as I was a step away, my foot *slipped*, and I lurched forward.

"Oops!"

With a startled cry, the glass of red wine in my hand, perfectly, completely, drenched his pants.

The deep red liquid instantly soaked through his light-colored casual trousers.

"Ah!"

"Oh my god!"

"Quick, get some tissues!"

The private room erupted in chaos. Chloe and her friends frantically rushed to him, grabbing tissues and trying to wipe him down.

But the soaked fabric clung tightly to his thighs, clearly outlining what was underneath.

A familiar silhouette.

A faint, unmistakable brand logo.

It was the exact same model I held in my hand, the one I hadn't even had the chance to "give" him yet.

The air solidified.

All attempts at wiping ceased. Every single gaze in the room was fixed on Leo's crotch.

Leo's face went from beet-red to ashen, fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was completely panicked.

I walked slowly towards him, looking down at him.

"You wouldn't mind taking them off so we can all have a look, would you?"

"Just to see if even the anti-counterfeit code on the packaging is identical?"