PROLOGUE
Las Vegas
Annabelle
Drunk.It’s the only word to describe us right now.
Disorderly, even. But who cares when we’re having the time of our lives.
“Bloody hell, Jack!” I squeal as my best friend’s brother tumbles on top of me, both of us rolling around the filthy ground of the Las Vegas strip. “What are you doing?” I laugh, letting an unattractive snort slip through my nose.
I have no control over myself in my drunken state.
“That was the worst wedding of all time.” He groans, throwing his head back.
He’s not wrong.
It was bloody awful. Hence the drunkenness.
“Why the hell did you drag me to that?” I ask, unsure why he would have wanted to be there.
It was clear the bride and groom hated each other from the second they locked eyes at the altar. You could feel the disdain from across the room.
“And why the hell did they get married in Las Vegas when they’re both from New York?”
He rolls his eyes. “Who knows? If we ever get married, it will be so much fucking fun.”
I brush off his marriage comment. I know he’s only kidding around, yet his words still make my insides twist with excitement.
“Come on, B.” He jumps up, trying to pull me with him, and we instantly fall back over.
Unable to contain myself, I burst out laughing.
What must we look like?
“Oh, hell!” I say, crossing my legs. “I’ve peed myself! Now you’ve done it, Jackson Peters.”
“Uh oh, she’s using my full name. I must be in trouble.” He rolls back on top of me, still snickering to himself, as he takes his tie and runs it along my face, pretending to be an elephant.
Fuck’s sake, we need some water and a bed.
With no luck, I swat him away and try to push him off me. He’s dead weight. “By the way, where are your mates?”
His eyes widen. “Fucking shit, I forgot about them.” He goes to grab his phone, then groans dramatically with something that sounds like “oh no,” before falling to his side.
“You lost your phone, didn’t you?” He doesn’t answer, confirming my guess.
I’m not even going to try to help him look. I know it’s not here because he doesn’t have his tuxedo jacket on, where his phone was placed inside the pocket.
I close my eyes for a second. It feels like heaven on earth, I could stay like this all night. “Jack,” I call. “Jack,” I call again when he doesn’t answer.
“Mmm?”
I look over. He must have given up looking for his phone and is lying there with his eyes closed too.
We really need to get off this disgusting floor.
“Go look for your mates. Nate and Seb seemed like they were looking for a good time tonight. You don’t have to babysit me. I’ve had too much tequila and should go to sleep anyway.”
