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“And you weren’t concerned.”

“About what?”

“Me being with some random guy who was offering to get me to bed safely.”

“You’re always with some random guy, Sail. Why would I be concerned? That’s kinda your thing.”

Damnit, she had a point. That was my thing but…

“I called him my husband, Sky. That’s not my thing.”

“Well no, that part isn’t but you were lucid enough and raving about how amazing the dick was. So amazing in fact that you were going to marry him. It wasn’t a literal thing and it was Rival so he wasn’t necessarily a stranger now that I think about it. He’s been in and out of your place for the past three months. You did a full background check on the guy before you let him start the job. Are you not remembering this?”

She was right. I had been telling my sister for the past couple weeks how I wanted to sleep with Rival but he refused, stating he didn’t mix business with pleasure. I assumed that meant he wouldn’t until the job was done. I almost fired the guy to expedite the situation of him in my bed but his carpentry skillswere so great I knew I wouldn’t find anyone of his caliber to finish the job.

“Sky, I have to go.”

“Sailor, you sound weird, what’s wrong? Did this guy do something? Are you okay?” There was a hint of panic in her voice.

“No, he didn’t do anything…”Besides possibly marrying me.“…and yes, I’m fine. The night is just a bit fuzzy and I’m trying to piece things together.”

“Which doesn’t sound like you’re fine.”

“I am, I promise.” I forced a smile, praying the act filtered into my voice.

“Sail…”

“Sky, I’m good, stop stressing. Just had an interesting night. I need to shower and eat something so I can get my day started. I’ll see you at the office later, okay.”

“Did you forget? I won't be at the office. School function.”

“Oh shit that’s right. Okay well… kiss Skylynn and I’ll call you later.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m sure.”

I ended the call and flopped back on my bed, covering my face with my folded arms. This was not happening. This could not be happening. I married Rival Hassan through a virtual ceremony and he was taking this seriously. He referred to himself as my husband.

I was not his wife. I wasn’t anyone’s wife. I wasn’t wife material. I liked variety, freedom, and sex, lots of sex from whoever I wanted to get it from, whenever I wanted to get it. This could not be happening.

Wait, it wasn’t happening. Virtual wedding or not, didn’t matter if there was no marriage license. These sites were all scams so there was no way it was legitimate.

Oh thank goodness.

Georgia was definitely an in-person license state. There was no possible way we managed to get an in-person marriage license. I was drunk but not that damn drunk.

But you don’t remember what happened so yes you were that drunk, Sail.

No license meant no legal marriage, an invalid prenuptial, and I was not Sailor Hassan. Rival was not my husband.

Would that have been so terrible though?

Yes, it absolutely would be terrible. I don’t want to be married to him or anyone else regardless of how top tier the dick was.

I exhaled a sigh and sat up, looking around my room before my gaze drifted over my shoulder to my rumpled bed. A bed I’d shared with Rival last night and this morning.

This morning…

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