Prologue
Of all the places to wake up, the bed of my enemy was probably the worst.
My dry mouth was the first thing I noticed as I came to. My headache was the second. Ugh, so many margaritas, and I regretted every single one of them. Clutching my throbbing temple, I rolled onto my side, quickly swiping away a bit of drool on my chin.
Where was my phone? I had to check my messages and see what time it was. If I missed the conference because I overslept, I was going to lose my mind. Trust me to wake up completely wasted on Valentine’s day.
Fumbling around the sheets, my hand landed on something soft and warm. Ohfuck. Did I bring someone back to my room last night? Now that I thought about it, I wasverywet and sticky between my legs. That was a clear sign I had sex, and I didn’t even remember it. Who was I with yesterday? Not knowing how my night had gone was putting a knot in my stomach.
My hand blindly searched the bed, looking for my phone, only to land on something soft.Oh. That is a boob. I am touching someone’s boob. As I whipped my hand away, whoeverlay beside me grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer to her naked body.
“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish,” she mumbled, her face hidden under a pillow.
Her voice sounded familiar, but even more than that was the pheromones in the air.I knew that smell.I knew exactly who I was in bed with.
“Jade?”
Shut all the way up.I was naked. In bed. Withher.
She whipped the pillow off her head and revealed that snooty face of hers. Those cold silver eyes and her long black hair. “Daphne?”
Sitting up, the comforter fell off her shoulders and her bare tits just sat there on her chest, a giant neon sign that she was naked. That we werebothnaked. She had such good tits, too. So round and plump, with thick, rosy nipples. Calm down, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like I’ve never seen her tits before. Not to mention,I hate her.
“We’re naked,” I shouted at her. “You’re…” I gestured to her boobs, my cheeks flushing red as I did. “Your boobs are out.”
“I’m aware of that. So are yours.”
Damn it.I yanked the blankets back over my chest. “I am soaking wet. Did you fuck me? It feels like someone fucked me, and you’re the only one here, Jade.” I couldn’t remember anything from last night, not since I left my hotel room and went downstairs. I was so preoccupied with my phone, and then… nothing.
Completely unbothered by her nudity, Jade sat back against the headboard, casually watching me try to cover myself.She was such an asshole. “I don’t remember doing that, no. But I could’ve. Wouldn’t be the first time I fucked you.”
“Oh, shut up. I told you not to talk about that, and…Ohhhhhhh,” I gasped, in so much shock I could barely breathe.I’d reached out to grab a pillow to smack her over the head, and noticed something on my left hand. A ring that wasn’t there before.
A wedding ring.
“Oh my god,oh my god,” I squeaked. Reaching under the blankets, I grabbed her left hand and pulled it out. There was an identical golden wedding band on her ring finger. “What is that?”
Her blasé attitude disappeared, and she held out her hand, her silver eyes flicking from her ring to mine.
“Oh.”Oh?Was she for real? I was having the biggest panic attack of my entire life and all she could say was ‘oh?’ Throwing the blankets off, she stood and crossed to the hotel dresser where a stack of miscellaneous papers and objects lay. It looked like someone emptied their pockets in a hurry. Her naked body almost distracted me from the anxiety of the situation. The sight of that thick cock laying between her thighs was downright delicious.
Stop thirsting after her, this is ridiculous.
She picked up some crumpled paper and smoothed it out, her body freezing as she read it. She held it out for me, and I padded naked across the hotel room to see for myself.
Jade Rost and Daphne Hayes, bonded in matrimony.
We were married.
I married my sworn enemy in Vegas.
Chapter One
When I first met Jade Rost, I didn’t hate her. It was everything that followed after that made us enemies.
We grew up in the same neighborhood, both from well-off families. I saw her sometimes, but never got close enough to see her face. We went to different private schools until we were both seniors. I never knew why she transferred in her last year, but one day the entire school was talking about Jade Rost.
Rost. The family that rivaled mine. Her father always copied my mother’s ideas. She opened a craft store. He opened a craft store. She started a chain of restaurants. He started a chain of restaurants.
