Page 34 of What If I See You

“Did someone force this decision upon you guys?”

“Is that thing real?”

“Yeah are we talking a blackmail situation here or what?”

“Do we need to get a couple lawyers involved here?”

“A lawsuit?”

“Has front office reached out yet? How mad are they?”

“It’s reversible right?”

“How are you going to get out of this?”

Griffin removes his arm from around my waist, the faint protective feel of his hold vanishing by the second and holds his hands up. “Whoa, stop. First of all, let us explain and then we can…you know,” he gestures with a roll of his hand, “answer questions.”

The entire group takes a seat around the long dinner table off to the side of the kitchen and listens as Griffin and I talk about last night.

“We were just having fun,” Griffin starts to explain. “We were knocking things off of this imaginary bucket list I created for Layken. Just wanted to get her mind off of her job and have some fun. But we drank. A lot. At the nightclub and while walking through the markets last night. Eventually we stopped in front of this little chapel type place…”

Free flowers with purchase.

Yep. That memory just popped into my head.

I wanted to go into that place because they offered free flowers with purchase.

And what do you know? We walked out married.

“Anyway, one thing led to another and…” I notice Griffin leaves out the parts about my twerking down the aisle to “Tainted Love”—yep, remembered that too—as well as us waking up naked in bed together. He takes a deep breath and releases an even deeper sigh. “And now here we are.”

Most of the group is staring at us in absolute shock.

But not Scarlett.

That girl is wide-eyed and smiling, shaking her head in complete fascination. “Awe, man, if only you guys had live-streamed that shit! You would’ve had epic views and your wedding would’ve certainly been the viral talk of the world!”

I stop myself from rolling my eyes because the very last thing we needed to do last night was live stream our drunk-ass selves giggling through our marriage vows in a place called Marry Me Manor. But I forget sometimes that Scarlett makes a living going live for her followers to watch her every move. Viral numbers are what she lives for.

I mean besides Oliver, of course.

Good for her.

Me?

I’d rather be wrapped in a blanket on the couch with a book in my hands than twerking for all the world to see.

“So, this is real then?” August finally asks.

Griffin and I nod.

Ella is up grabbing bottles of water for everyone, passing them out around the table. When she reaches Griffin and me, she also hands us each a few Advil. “Does Coach Hicks know?”

Corrigan shakes her head. “If he does, he hasn’t said a word to me about it yet this morning.”

“Nobody has called me yet, either,” Griffin states at the same time that his phone dings in his pocket. He pulls it out and glances at the screen.

“My agent.” He pushes his phone back into his pocket. “I’ll call him later.”

---