Page 45 of Out of Bounds
I stare at her, and I don’t know how the hell to answer that question.
“I’m not sure yet. Do you remember anything?”
She brings a hand to her cheek and starts panting and shaking her head.
“I don’t. Where the hell are we? What the hell did we do?”
“We’re in Vegas. I can’t remember anything either, so I don’t know what hotel we’re in or anything.” I must have drank one hell of a lot of the hard stuff to have this type of effect. She would have too if she can’t remember. “Maybe we just fell asleep naked. It might not be what you think. Let’s try and find our clothes and figure out where we are.”
I turn and another gasp rips from her throat.
When I look back at her pure mortification is engraved in her pretty face.
“What is it?”
She moves closer to me, reaches forward and picks something off my back.
When she holds up an empty condom wrapper, I know everything I just said was bullshit and that vision I had of us in the elevator was a fucking memory indeed.
“Oh my God! Fell asleep naked? Really? You fucking asshole. How could you do this to me? We must have slept together.”
“And you think it’s my fault?” My temper flares. Only she would jump from A and land on fucking Z.
“Of course, it’s your fault. How could it not be? You think I would sleep withyouif I were in my right mind?”
“What the hell are you trying to say?” I hope like fuck she doesn’t think I forced myself on her. I don’t know what the hell happened, but I wouldn’t do that.
“I said what I said. This is your fault. All you think about is fucking. I am not one of your women, you think I’m a piece of meat.” She grabs one of the other pillows and hits me with it.
“Bree stop it.”
“No, I will not stop it. You crazy bastard. How do you expect me to react. I don’t do things like this. This isn’t me. But it’s you though.”
I back away as she hits me again and again until the pillow rips and all the feathers come flying out.
She about to grab the other when I yank it from her and send it flying across the room.
“Bree calm the hell down.”
“Oh my God!” She shrieks looking at the floor. We’re near my side of the bed and there’s an empty box of condoms and at least ten empty condom wrappers nestled in the carpet. “I hope your fucking dick falls off.”
“Bree!” I snap back around to her as she swaps hands and points at me.
I’m about to answer but the words don’t come. They get sucked into the great beyond when I get another shock as my eyes fall on the wedding band on her finger. Along with the glistening diamond on the engagement ring on top of it sparking so bright it blinds me.
Shock jolts my body and I grab her hand to get a better look. She sees the rings too and shuts down any more comments.
Summoning everything in me I lift my left hand and a wave of lightheadedness hits me when I stare at the gold band on my finger.
Oh my fucking hell. What the motherfucking hell did I do?
I didn’t see that before. I was so concerned with thepossibilitythat I slept with Bree I wasn’t thinking about anything else.
I never even felt the damn thing on my finger.
We got married.
Bree and me.
