Page 59 of The Betrayal

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ARIZONA

“Ari,” I hear the distant sound of Keaton’s voice but I push it to the back of my mind and snuggle deeper into my duvet. “Ari!” I hear again, this time I am being shaken softly to wake me up. I roll over onto my back and throw my arm across, swatting him.

“Leave me alone,” I groan, fuck, my head is pounding. Why did I decide to drink so much?

“We have a problem,” and I don’t miss the urgency in his tone.

I sit up, ignoring the way my head spins as I do. My hair is messy, my mouth is drier than the desert and I feel exhausted.

“Problem?” I hum, my eyes slowly falling heavy.

I squint my eye as I turn to face him and see him holding up his left hand, a wide ass grin on his face and I focus on the tacky yellow band that sits around his finger. Slowly lifting my own hand, my eyes widen when I see a yellow band wrapped around my ring finger with a large, pink heart shaped gem.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I just about manage as I reach over and grab the garbage can beside the bed and empty the contents of my stomach.

Shit.

Flopping back in the bed, I pull the sheets up to my chin. I’m naked. Shock. No doubt had the hottest sex last night but I can’t remember even a smidge of it.

“Your dad’s been on the phone,” and I facepalm myself, Keaton leaning towards me, playful green eyes, long unkept stubble and hair pulled in every direction.

We definitely fucked.

“Great,” hitting my hands into the duvet I sigh in frustration. “Going to have to talk to him now aren’t I? I can’t be mad at him when I agreed to marry you. What were we thinking?”

“Vegas Keaton was thinking,” he nods his head and my phone pings.

Turning my head to look at the bedside unit, my phone screen is lit so I reach for it and sigh when I see the numerous messages from my dad.

“I don’t have the energy to speak to him.”

“He has already screamed at me, give it a few hours,” Keaton scoffs a laugh before his fingers wrap over my hand. My eyes focus there for a moment, the wedding band that sits perfectly on his finger makes my heart thump a little quicker.

“How bad have we fucked up?” I breathe on a whisper, lifting my eyes and settling on him.

My dad’s best friend.

My husband.

“Depends how you look at it?” his thumb rubs back and forth over the back of my hand.

“And how are you looking at it?” I ask, genuinely curious as to what he will say.

“Like I have a hot as fuck wife on my arm…” he smirks and I let out a small laugh, “but, I know it’s going to cause issues for you.”

“Why for me?”

“Because of your dad. Titus will get over it with me, sure, he’ll be pissed… but he’ll be more pissed that you ran off to Vegas with his hot as fuck best friend and married him.”

“Few facts wrong there but, I’ll let it slide.”

“Oh yeah? What ones?” he teases, pushing up onto his elbow and I miss his touch.

“The hot as fuck best friend…”

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