Page 6 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

“Most of it.”

Her head snaps up, her eyes locking on mine. “Then maybe you can explain how we ended up at a wedding chapel.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “It started as an argument.”

She arches a brow. “And that led to marriage vows?”

“Not exactly.”

Emily crosses her arms again. I can feel the urgency of her stare as she waits for my explanation.

“We were at the afterparty,” I start, piecing the night together in my head. “You were mad about something—hell, you’re always mad at me—but this time, you let loose. Told me exactly what you thought of me.”

Her cheeks redden, and she looks away. “Go on.”

“I called you uptight, boring, and predictable, and you told me I was an egotistical man-child who wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman.”

She flinches at my words, but I keep going. “And then... you kissed me.”

Emily’s gaze snaps back to mine, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Ikissedyou?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, my voice smug. Leaning toward her, almost like I’m admitting a secret. “And I liked it so much that I kissed you back.”

She gives me a doubtful look, like she can’t tell if I’m joking. “And then what?”

“We danced. That part was kind of nice. You wrapped your arms around my neck, and we swayed to the music. You even laid your head on my shoulder.” Glancing over at her, I tease, “You were actually pleasant.” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Then… you dared me.”

Her brows knit together in confusion. “I dared you to do what?”

“To prove that I could handle you. That I wasn’t all talk and no action.”

Her mouth falls open, and for a second, I think she’s going to laugh. But then her expression hardens. “And you thought marrying me was the best way to prove it?”

“No, but let’s just say things escalated from there. It got a little hot and heavy.” I wiggle my brows at her. She frowns. “You enjoyed it,” I assure her with a boastful smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure.”

“We both enjoyed it–then… we talked about the past, about uh… different things… and Elvis,” I state, choosing my words carefully. Turning to give her a searching look. “Emily, you don’t remember any of this?”

“No.” Her voice squeaks as it rises. “Get to the part where you proposed.”

“I proposed,” I state, with a shrug, “but the bubble gum rings were your idea. You said yes. And we ended up at a wedding chapel. Vegas is full of them.”

“And you went through with it? You actually married me?” She stammers.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you said, “I do.’”

Emily groans, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe this.”

“It happened,” I say, pulling the crumpled marriage certificate from my pocket. “Paperwork doesn’t lie.”

She snatches it from my hand, scanning the document like it’s a forgery.

“This doesn’t make sense,” she mutters, mostly to herself.

I shrug again. “Makes sense to me.”

Her eyes narrow in suspicion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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