Page 20 of If You Could Only Feel
Even though I felt like I was going to vomit my life all over the place, my eyes still took in an appreciative glance at his naked body. Those abs, alone, might be worth marrying the man for.
Jesus Christ.
Standing over the bed, I managed to pull my eyes away from Gabriel’s sleeping body and they fell on what, sickingly, looked like a wedding certificate. Gabriel moaned and stretched, and when he rolled himself onto his back, his arms flying out beside him, that’s when I saw it. The matching ring to my wedding set. I fucking married Gabriel Buchanan last night.
Sonofabitch!
I didn’t understand.
Bartenders are required by law to yank a patron’s keys if they feel they’re too drunk to drive, but it’s okay to marry two people who are blitz out of their minds? How is that even right? Or ethical?
The state of Nevada should totally pass a law requiring a breathalyzer test before agreeing to marry someone.
I dropped on the bed, not caring if I woke Gabriel or not. This was a fucking disaster. How did I go from wanting Gabriel to take me on a simple date to marrying the man? Sure, I loved him. I can fully admit to that. But Gabriel didn’t love me. Even if he hasn’t been with anyone else, he’s never once hinted to having feelings for me.
Well, at least, not before this weekend.
Oh, God, what were his brothers going to say? How was Mason Buchanan going to react when he finds out his little brother married the girl from the trailer park?
I stood up, grabbed the offending marriage certificate and went to find my phone. I tightened the robe around me as I searched for a phone number on the certificate and license.
AHA! I found one for the chapel.
I dialed the number and prayed for someone to answer. God answered my prayers on the third ring. “Good Morning. Thank you for calling the Little White Wedding Chapel. I’m Christine, how may I help you?”
“Oh, God, Christine,” I rushed out like we were BFFs. “My name is Justice Hillm…” Oh my God! I didn’t even know my last name right now! “…Justice Hillman and there’s some morning after evidence that indicates that I may have gotten married last night.”
“Justice Hillman…hmm,” she mused.
“Uh, Buchanan, then,” I said, trying to help. “Gabriel and Justice Buch...uhm, Buchanan.”
“Oh, now I remember,” she said, breezily. “The matching tattoos.”
I groaned.Jesus don’t remind me.“I’m calling because I need to know how to get a divorce. Or an annulment. Or a goddamn lobotomy.”
“Well, you hav-” I yelped and turned around as the phone was plucked from my fingers. Gabriel was standing there, in all his glorious nudity, looking pissed. “Wh…what…”
“I know you’re hungover and feeling like shit, Justice,” he snapped, gruffly. “I don’t feel any better. However, that doesn’t change shit about last night.”
“Gabriel…”
He turned his back on me. “I’m ordering some breakfast. What would you likeMrs. Buchanan?”
Chapter 12
Gabriel~
After ordering room service, I headed for the shower. My head was pounding, and my body was oozing a cocktail of liquors out of every pore.
I’ve never partied like this before in my life, and experiencing the aftermath of it now, I’m glad I never did.
Mason had never let us lose sight of who we were and what we represented, so we never got sloppy drunk or partook in drugs. There was no way we would ever risk getting caught up in fights, pregnancy scares or the like. Well, except for when Mason beat the shit out of Branson Morgan when he flirted with Shane at a party during our college years.
But I have been drunk before. I have partied until I passed out, but it was in the privacy of our own home with just me and my brothers and their wives. So, I wasn’t a stranger to hangovers, but I was to one this strong. I also knew food would fix me right up though. However, I couldn’t speak for Justice.
I let the water beat on my shoulders as I recalled how she called the wedding chapel to find out how to divorce me. I was pissed. Kind of still am.
In her drunken, sexually blitzed out stupor, she had confessed to loving me. She had confessed to loving me since we were16 and she even admitted how she kept her mouth shut all these years because she’d rather have a piece of me than nothing at all.
