Page 13 of Snared

“But why did you hit him?” I remembered Josh punching Troy in the face, but I couldn’t remember anything else.

“No clue.”

“And what? Now we’re hungover and married? We have to get this fixed now. I can’t be married, especially to you.”

“Ouch. Okay, not wrong, but I’m not that bad.”

“You are mymanager, Josh. Think about the headlines:Female drummer marries band manager. I’ll be a fucking joke. I busted my ass to get to this point and I’m not about to let a massive drunken mistake with a man I don’t even like derail my career.”

I could hear the panic in my voice. If ever there was a clichéd fuckup, this was it. And in Vegas even.

I was never drinking alcohol again.

Ever.

He grabbed my hand, and I tried to pull free, but he didn’t let go, and the warmth of his touch made my heart race.

“Charlie, don’t worry, I’ll fix this. You’re right, it was obviously a drunken mistake. Hell, Vegas chapels aren’t supposed to marry anyone who’s drunk and, based on my headache, we were clearly beyond buzzed. I could sue the shit out of them.”

I groaned. “No suing. Get this shit annulled immediately, and we can forget this ever happened. Hopefully, no one saw us.” I wondered if our secret marriage was still a secret by this point. I held my head again.

Josh tossed back the covers, and I tried not to swallow my tongue. The man wore boxer briefs. Tight, form-fitting black fabric that covered his gorgeous, bounce-a-quarter-off ass. The sight of his muscular legs wasn’t slowing down my heart rate, either.

I may not have liked him much, but I wasn’t blind.

“Why are you naked?” I blurted out.

He spun around, his brow arched. “Excuse me?”

I waved my hand in his direction. “If we passed out in bed drunk, why don’t we have clothes on?”

“Are you telling me you’re missing your panties, Charlie?”

The faint growl in his voice did things to my body that I was not on board with.

“No! I mean, we’re just in our underwear,” I said, attempting to keep my tone nonchalant. Spoiler: I was currently verychalant.

“If you’re implying that I stripped you, I can confidently state I definitely would’ve remembered. I don’t like passing out in a suit, so I’m sure we both got comfortable without thinking about it,” he said.

“Like a bra is comfortable,” I grumbled.

“Feel free to remove it,” he smirked.

“Don’t be a dick,” I said.

“Ah, here it is,” he said, grabbing his phone. “Nothing out of the ordinary with my messages, and we aren’t tagged in anything, so it looks like, by some miracle, this is not common knowledge.”

“Thank fuck for that,” I said, still not at ease. This was still a disaster, but at least maybe it wouldn’t blow up in my face.

“Yes, thank fuck for that. I’ll contact my lawyer and get everything taken care of. If someone was going to post something, it would’ve happened by now,” he said.

“I hope so. But this has to be erased immediately. Why did I even agree to marry you?” I dropped my head in my hands. This was madness. What the hell had I been thinking? I hadn’t been so reckless in years.

Not since Troy.

And why the hell had I run into him last night?

“Charlie? Charlie?” Josh’s annoyed voice cut through my mental freak-out.

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