Page 24 of The Bloke

Fine. If I was his wife, then he was going to discover just what the fuck he got himself into with me. He’ll be signing the divorce papers soon enough. I’ll make sure of that.

Turning on my heel, I storm over to the corner where I saw my shorts, tossing the sheet aside and roughly pulling on my clothes.

“Where is my phone?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.

“You’re not leaving.” He quipped, dropping back onto the bed once more.

“I’m your wife, not a caged animal. You can’t keep me locked up here.” I hissed, running my hands through my messed-up hair. “Give me my phone, or I’ll just leave and get a new one.” I threatened.

It would suck to have to get a new phone altogether, but I’d do it if it meant getting the fuck out of here.

“So you accept it then.” He questioned.

“Accept what?” I gawked.

“That you are my wife.”

“I…”Fuck. “Don’t change the subject. Just give me my damn phone.”

Colby chuckled and gestured his chin to the dresser next to me, where I saw my purse and phone sitting on the edge of it.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of my ignorance.

Grabbing my things, I headed for the bedroom door, pulling it open.

“Dinn—”

I slammed the door behind me before I could hear him finish what he was about to say, making a beeline to the front door.

I didn’t bother putting my heels on; I just scooped them off the floor as I stormed through the living room.

Of course he lived in a fucking skyline penthouse.I clenched my teeth, took the elevator to the first floor, and pulled my phone from my purse to call my ride out of here.

Lucky for me, Chylerwasn’t as hungover as I had expected her to be, and she picked me up within ten minutes of getting off the phone.

As soon as she reached the curb, I ripped open the passenger door and fell into the seat, taking one last look at the main doors of the building, hoping that Colby didn’t decide to chase me.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, miss—” Chyler started before her eyes fell to my left hand. “Is that a fucking ring?” Her eyes widened, and her voice rose. “Did you get fucking married last night?” Her laughter was not something I needed to hear right now.

“Just fucking drive.” I sighed, sinking into the seat and raising my hands to cover my face. I could feel it growing flush with embarrassment.

“Your place or mine?” She asked, still in just as much shock as I was.

“Mine… I need to get ready for work…”

Without further question, Chyler pulled away from the curb and drove us to my apartment.

She didn’t talk the entire drive, letting me process what had transpired over the last twelve hours before indulging her in all the juicy details. I could see her eyes flicking back and forth from the road to my ring, and I knew she was begging to know what had happened.

Pulling up to my apartment complex, Chyler parked her car in the back lot, and we both got out and headed up to my unit. Again, she didn’t say a word as she followed me inside, but her mouth opened as soon as she shut the door behind us.

“Alright, I gave you the fifteen minutes it took us to get here. Now talk.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.

“Yes, fine, okay. I apparently was so fucked up last night that I got married.” I throw my arms up in the air, tossing my purse across the room in the process.

“To who?” She arched a questioning brow, and I started laughing like a mad woman. I was laughing so hard I wanted to cry. Chyler walked over to me, furrowing her brows in concern, as she gripped my shoulders. “Who, Sienna?” Tears fell down my face as I tried to compose myself enough to answer.

I thought I was a trainwreck earlier this morning, but now I was entirely off the rails.

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