It was wild.
And speaking of wild.
Visions of Amanda flash in front of my eyes, eyes that feel like they’re going to pop out of my head.
I need water. And Aspirin. And a cold shower.
I stumble out of bed and pull back the black out curtains that I drew last night after fucking her in front of the windows. The sunlight practically punches me in the face, and I immediately regret it.
“What did I do?” I mumble to myself, wiping my hands down my face.
Maybe…I didn’t. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe I did more shots than I thought at the speakeasy and blacked out after that. The auction seems too crazy in hindsight to be real. Maybe it wasn’t.
And neither was she.
She was most definitely unreal.
From her hair to that dress to the body underneath the dress.
But I realize that even I in my wildest, most unhinged fantasies couldn’t make her up.
I’m not poetic enough to create a heroine like her.
That and her lace panties are still on the floor where I tossed them after flipping her onto her knees.
Jesus Christ.
So, it happened.
I danced on a stage, went on a date with a girl who raised her paddle on accident.
I pad over to the counter and grab a bottle of painkillers, popping a couple and swallowing them dry. Then I turn to the coffee maker and shove a pod in the hatch and place a mug underneath.
When I turn around, I stop.
There, on the edge of the counter is a photo.
I reach for it, but I know what it is before I even look at it.
The chapel.
Fuck me, that’s right.
We pretended to get married.
“Fucking hell…” I shake my head and toss it back on the counter. But when I do, it lands face down. I narrow my eyes. On the back, printed in stamped letters is the name: Insta-Love Wedding Chapel.
Against my judgement, I look it up. The crazy “minister’s” mug pops up along with a bunch of BS about being ordained and owning the least busy walk-in wedding chapel in Vegas. There’s some slander against Elvis and something about a thirty-dollar special.
But I stop, scrolling back up.
“Ordained.”
I repeat the word several times, silently praying it will change the definition.
But it means what it means.
Though…that’s only true if we signed a?—
