“Such a boob man,” she laughs.
“I’m ayouman.” I was down bad from the moment I set my eyes on her years ago. Dark skin and brown eyes with the curliest hair I’d ever seen. But what stuck out to me the most was her smile. It was such a big smile, one so full of happiness that it seemed to emulate from her entire being.
And now I get to see that smile every day because she’s my wife.
CHAPTER 17
EBBA
Awareness slowly creepsin on the edges of my consciousness. It’s bright behind my closed lids and I groan. Did I forget to close the curtains? That’s not like me.
Groaning, I slowly blink my eyes open. My body is sore all over like I did a vigorous workout. I knew wearing heels was a bad idea even with using my cane as a mobility aid, but I just couldn’t bear to wear sneakers with my dress. Call me vain all you want, but I don’t think I should have to sacrifice the things I love and that includes heels.
Speaking of, I spot the sparkly hot pink mini dress in a pile on the floor. Also not like me.
It hits me then and everything from the past twelve hours or so pours in. The club, the chapel, more clubs, and—my eyes shoot to the window where I let Fisher press me up against the glass and fuck me. My hand prints along with his are all over the surface.
“Oh my God.” I press a hand to my forehead. Mylefthand. The cool metal of the rings on my finger has me dropping my hand and holding it out to find the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen and matching band.
No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
My eyes slowly work their way over to the other side of the bed where I find Fisher on his stomach, one leg drawled up, and his arms wrapped around the pillow. His long lashes rest against the tops of his cheekbones.
Heart racing, I ease out of the bed and grab a t-shirt and leggings from my luggage.
I need a moment to think about things before I wake him.
Shutting the bathroom door quietly behind me, I pee and wash my hands.
“I’ve lost my damn mind,” I mutter at my reflection. “Where’s my common sense? This is the kind of shit that happens to someone not nearly as smart as me.”
Going through my motions like this is any kind of regular day, I wash my face and apply my morning skincare and makeup.
The trip to Texas might’ve begun to break down the walls I built up to protect myself from Fisher, but certainly not enough that I should be waking up married to the guy, right?
The worst part is, the more I think about it, the more I realize how aware I was last night. I didn’t really drinkthatmuch. I think my confusion this morning stems more so from the fact that he thoroughly fucked my brains out between the first two bouts of sex and then the other tortuously slow session when he woke me up only about an hour after we’d finally gone to sleep.
Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths.
This was an unplanned occurrence and the smart thing to do is annul this marriage as soon as possible.
Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.
It’s great that I’ve finally let go of my anger toward him, but staying married makes no sense. We haven’t hung out as friends in years. We’re both different people.
Feeling somewhat calmer, I ease the door open and tiptoe toward the bed expecting to find Fisher still asleep, but he’ssitting up and his boxer-briefs are on. His hair is mussed from sex and sleep. The boyish smile on his face has my tummy dipping in a long-ago familiar feeling.
“Are you done freaking out yet?”
I straighten my shoulders in defense. “I wasn’t freaking out.”
His smile grows, crinkling the lines around his eyes—small wrinkles he’s gained since we were together. I don’t know what it says about me that I feel a sting of jealousy over the fact that I wasn’t the one making him smile and laugh.
“You should know by now that you can’t lie to me. I see right through you.”
“Ugh.” I grab up one of the pillows, tossing it at him. He deflects it easily.
“Should I order room service?” he asks, already reaching for the room’s telephone.