Page 8 of Blindsided By Fake Love

“I’m gonna hang up.”

My eyes crinkle.

“We talked and cleared the air about everything. It was great. Then I woke up next to her this morning with a ring on my finger,” I pause, and take a deep breath before blowing it out.

“And…”

Pushing my head against the wall and squeezing my eyes shut, I mumble. “She doesn’t remember any of it.”

Chapter Four

Kit

Rubbingmyhairwitha towel, I pull up Genevieve’s contact and hit the call button. My pulse thunders like a runaway herd. I need to tell her what happened yesterday.

Everything that happened!Before my sister has a complete meltdown. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I’ve talked to her.

Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t shown up at the hotel already. Sure, she’s sent me a ridiculous amount of texts and left ten messages. But as far as I know, she hasn’t called the National Guard to come find me yet, so that’s a plus.

I’m sure the only reason that hasn’t happened is because she believes I’m with Scott.

“Hey! Did your new husband keep you so busy that you couldn’t send any pictures of the wedding to your older sister?” Her voice is animated and excited, with a tiny hint of annoyance mixed in. My stomach spins. “You know how much I hated not being able to make it. I was waiting for pictures.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. But honestly, you didn’t miss much.” I giggle awkwardly, a knot forms in my throat. “Except maybe Scott telling me we were a mistake and he couldn’t go through with marrying me.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Genevieve shouts, her voice echoes throughout the bathroom.

“Nope, not kidding.” My throat tightens, and tears threaten to spill. “He did that. With a room full of strangers.”

“Oh, Christy. I’m so so sorry. Is he still alive? Cause if he is, it won’t be for long. I will make sure to hunt him down—”

“Gen, can we leave it be?” I cut her off and try to calm her down. “Just the thought of coming home and everyone finding out what happened is enough to take in. I’d hate to have to bail my sister out of jail and find her a defense attorney in the same week.”

I push my hand through my damp hair and sigh.

“I can’t make any promises.” The frustration lacing her tone tells me she won’t go seeking out Scott, but he better steer clear of her if he knows what’s good for him. The corner of my lip lifts at her protectiveness. “Did he at least have the decency to book a separate room for himself last night?”

“I’m not sure what he did. I haven’t seen him since he walked out before the wedding ceremony.”

“Wait, he left you?” Genevieve’s voice is strained, and every word gets louder as she continues, “In Vegas? By yourself?!”

I suck in a deep breath and slowly exhale.

“Kit! You could’ve died. Someone could’ve taken you. How—”

“I could’ve gotten married…” I chuckle softly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Still in complete disbelief that an entire night has been wiped from my memory. I don’t remember marrying Beau, and I definitely don’t remember kissing him.

Blah. Ireallywish I could remember the kissing part.

“Wait, what?!” Genevieve utters. “I’m confused. I thought you said Scott left you…”

“He did.”

“But then, who would you marry?” Genevieve’s bewilderment is comical. This entire situation is a bit humorous. You know, except for the part where I got married. For real. To a man I haven’t seen in a very long time. Not funny.

“Apparently, Beau.” Squeezing the bridge of my nose, I head out of the bathroom and sit on the bed before throwing myself back.

A hint of Obsession surrounds me and a surprise sense of longing fills me.

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