Page 11 of Impending Consent

“What about meeting of the minds?”

“Seriously, Sail? You’re clearly over eighteen and employ the mental capacity…”

“But I wasn’t sober.”

“I’m not so sure about that one, and if you weren’t, you were functional and very clear about what you wanted. You filledthe application out online, printed it, brought it to me, and demanded I sign and file the paperwork last night while you waited to ensure it was done.”

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“I do and I have proof which you insisted on for this very reason.”

She lifted from the sofa, left the living room, and returned with her phone. After a few swipes she pulled up a video which I watched, cringing with every second that passed. It was me, with Rival who remained solemnly quiet, allowing me to do all the talking. And boy was I talking.

The video began with me providing a statement that the recording would serve as legal proof that I was of sound mind and body and it was at my insistence that the marriage license be filed. The short clip ended with me turning to Rival, throwing my arms around his neck, and smiling in his face while I explained how I made things happen because I was an Addison.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit is right. Does that look like a woman who is too drunk to make legal decisions or enter into a contract?”

No, it didn’t. I was tipsy sure, but nothing about the interaction expressed that I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing.

“But you still should have questioned all this.”

“Why would I, Sail? You’re you. No one forces you to do anything you don’t want to do and clearly you wanted this. But honestly, I didn’t believe legitimizing and filing the license would matter. I pulled you aside to ask if you were sure and you mentioned a virtual wedding. Who the hell has a legal marriage from a virtual wedding? I assumed this was all part of your performance to convince Rival the marriage was real.”

“It’s very real,” I groaned.

She shrugged. “Real maybe but is it legal?”

“Very much so according to the certification they emailed me. I did some digging, and as long as the marriage license is valid and filed with county clerk, then the virtual marriage stands.”

“Get an annulment or divorce.”

“I don’t think it will be that easy. It would seem my husband wants this marriage.”

“You wanted it too or at least you did last night. Don’t you remember telling me how he was celibate and you were determined to see what the dick was about? That’s why you married him, Sail. You manipulated that man to sit on his dick. You refused to accept that he wasn’t going to sleep with you unless you were his wife.”

“You’re saying that like I took advantage of him. I did not.”

She slowly raised her brow and I cringed, which made her laugh and shake her head. “You seriously don’t remember any of this?”

“No.”

“How much did you drink?”

“A lot, it seems.”

“You didn’t seem that wasted. Tipsy sure, but not shitfaced. All of this was your idea, not his, so you were sober enough to orchestrate an entire wedding.Legally.”

I released a sigh. “I’m a functional drinker. Have been since I was a teen. I can hold thoughtful conversations, drive, and behave like a person with all their faculties intact and be entirely shitfaced. I used to consider the ability to be a superpower.”

“I bet not so much now.”

“Definitely not.”

“Well if you figure out a way to get divorced or get the marriage annulled, then I’d be more than willing to take him off your hands. The man is fine as shit, Sail…” She paused as if having a random thought. “Wait, was the sex bad? Oh shit, thesex was terrible, wasn’t it?” She laughed, shaking her head. “You married the guy just to fuck and the sex was bottom shelf. Wow, I feel sorry for you.”

“The sex wasn’t terrible,” I defended. I might not have memories of the sex from last night but I most certainly remembered the way he’d made me cum this morning and his skills were noteworthy.

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