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“I mean,” I shrugged, glancing at the man who promised to do dirty things to my disco ball butt after one dance, yet here we were, hours later, having the best time. “I don’t see why not.”

“Perfect!” Dolly cheered and held up her glass for everyone to toast. “Let’s go! You’re going to love Elvis. He’s so handsome.”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion as Tamen tried to walk to me, but Dolly and Janice both weaved their arms through his, holding him hostage, “Don’t you mean Raymond?”

Dolly snickered as they walked past me and Martha toward the exit. “No, I mean the man dressed as Elvis that’s marrying us. He’s about twenty years younger than Raymond and smells like sin. If we get there before Ray and the guys, maybe Elvis and I can sneak off for one last rendezvous.”

“And if Elvis says no, you’ve got Big Ben to stand erect,” Janice hiccupped, “I mean in!”

Chapter 32 – Tamen

“Holdon,onesecond.”I rubbed my temples as Sloane paced around the room. If the raging hangover in my head wasn’t taking away my ability to think, it would be my raging erection from watching her pace naked. “There’s no way we’re married.”

“Then what the fuck is this?” She screeched, throwing her hand in my face on her way by. “You remember the chapel!”

Shrugging and forcing back bile, I tried to reassure her. “I rememberachapel. Vaguely. In bits and pieces of time. Not the whole thing.”

“Well, what happened then?” She cried out, stopping her pacing to stand in front of me with her arms crossed over her abundant tits as she angrily glared at me. “Because I don’t fucking remember anything after dinner!”

“Why are you yelling at me like I’m the bad guy?” I hissed, walking around her for a bottle of water from the table. Blimey, my throat was dry.

“Because you let us get married in Vegas!” She screamed, no longer able to hold back her panic. “I was drunk! I shouldn’t have been able to consent! Isn’t there a rule for wedding day sobriety!”

Her aura was bright orange as she started crumbling into her terror.

I scoffed with a shrug, “The Vegas wedding chapel market would crash if there was, I suspect.”

“I hate you!” She hissed, resuming her pacing.

Her words spurred a memory to come back to me, and I froze, remembering it.

“What?” She asked when she saw me lost in thought. “What do you remember?”

“You told me you love me.” Grimacing, I replied, the taste of regret bitter on my tongue as I realized my words weren’t helping to dispel the image of us, stumbling drunk down the aisle, hitched by a cheesy Elvis impersonator.

Fuck, I remembered the Elvis man. It was looking worse and worse the more I remembered.

“I did not.” She snapped. “I said I love that I hate you!” She froze and covered her mouth, remembering it firsthand as she whispered, “And you said you hate that you love me.”

“Same thing.” I stated, but she wasn’t listening to me.

She was lost in a memory.

“Oh my god, what if we actually did this moronically stupid thing?”

“Then we undo it.” I replied, walking out of the room.

“Undo it?” She chased after me at an alarming speed for someone who looked like they were going to blow chunks five minutes ago. “You want to undo it?”

I glared at her over my shoulder as I searched for another bottle of water. Jesus, the room cost me nearly five grand a night, why was there no bloody water anywhere?

“A moment ago, the idea of it happening was the last thing you wanted.” I chided, grabbing the open bottle of champagne off the table and chugging it. Alcohol was the last thing I needed right now, but my mouth felt like I spent the evening licking a donkey’s ass. I was desperate.

“I don’t.” She paused, “But—”

“Just stop and take a second.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and offered her the bottle, but took it back when she turned visibly green without even looking at it. “There’s absolutely nothing that panicking is going to do right now. If we did or if we didn’t meet Elvis at the chapel, it is done. Let’s just take a second, wake up,sober up, and try to piece together what happened.”

She huffed and then took a deep breath and glared at me. Sloane might not be very happy with me at the moment, but she knew I was right.

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