I giggle, “Hokay! Driver! Take us to Evlis to be wed.” Cole and I fall into the back of the black limo, and we head to the Las Vegas strip. I think we gambled for a while, drank delicious cocktails, and the last thing I remember was Cole carrying me out of a chapel, kissing like two lust-crazed adolescents.
* * *
Many hours later,I stir in my sleep with the blinding sunlight shining in my face. I groan and roll over, burying my face in the plush pillows. ‘Mm so soft’ I snuggle into the pillows further until I suddenly remember I don’t have plush soft pillows. My pillow is hard and lumpy. I peel my eyes open and groan at the sudden ache in my head.
‘Ow, water…I need water and possibly a new brain.’
I force my eyes open and blink, looking up to the ceiling, I frown when I see a reflection of myself staring back at me in the bed, naked, wrapped in the sheets.
‘What on God’s green earth…’I sit up in the bed when I take in my surroundings, and it finally hits me. I’m not in my bedroom. I’m naked in a strange place with a hangover I’m sure is about to put me into an early grave. I lift the bedsheet and stare down at my very naked body under it. ‘Yep, definitely naked.’ I groan and cover my face with my hand and freeze when I feel something cold and hard pressed against my nose. I pull my hand back slowly and stare at the enormous diamond ring sitting on my finger.
‘What the fuck…’I wrap the sheet around my body as I clamber out of bed and take in the clothes scattered haphazardly all over the room. “Oh my god, where the hell am I?” I pick up the black shirt off the floor and look at it before dropping it again. I walk over to the window and look out at the view shielding my eyes from the brightness of the early sun. “This isn’t London.”
“Good Morning.” I squeal and spin around when I hear a deep voice behind me. I look at the half-naked man standing before me in a pair of Dior boxers. I wrap the sheet around me tighter as I throw myself back up against the window. “You’re finally up.”
“Who are you?” I ask him warily, and he winces, rubbing his forehead. He looks as rough as I felt, although a beautiful man. Amidst my mini panic attack, I was trying desperately not to think about how God awful I must look to him right now. My hair was a tousled mess, and my make up from the night before smeared, eyes rimmed red, lips still tinted red from the lipstick I wore.
“I’m Cole.”
“Where the hell are we?”
“Vegas, I believe...”