Page 16 of Accidentally Yours

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed my attorney, Elijah Wolfe.

“Damien, is everything okay?” he answered.

“No, Elijah. I need your help.”

“What happened, my friend?”

“I accidentally got married in Vegas last night, and I need out of it ASAP.”

“I’m sorry.” He laughed. “You what?”

“I was drunk and got married to a woman I just met yesterday. I need to have the marriage annulled immediately.”

“Okay, calm down. Let me look into this, and I’ll get back to you.”

I sat on the couch and stared at the band on my finger. Taking it off, I placed it in my pocket. That was the last thing I wanted to see. The ringing of my phone startled me. Glancing at it, it was my Uncle Kroy. Shit.

“Hey, Uncle Kroy.”

“Damien, what the fuck did you do?”

“What are you talking about?” I cleared my throat because suddenly, it became very dry.

“Don’t fuck with me, boy. I just sent you the link.”

I tapped on the link, and it was an article on Page Six with the headline:From Boardrooms to Brides: Notorious NYC Bachelor Damien Blackwood Gets Hitched in Sin City.

Blackwood goes off the market in the best possible Vegas way—but who is the mysterious woman?

Attached was a video of us at the chapel, saying our vows and dancing up the aisle as others in the chapel threw rose petals at us.

“Uncle Kroy, I’m fixing this situation.”

“Fixing it? So it is real?” he shouted.

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

“Goddamnit, Damien. I warned you. This video is going viral. It was sent to me by a client asking what the hell is going on.”

“I have Elijah working on it.”

“You fucking better. Just wait until you get back here. The board called an emergency board meeting first thing Monday morning.”

“Great. Well, I don’t know if I’ll be back. We have to get the marriage annulled while we’re here, and the courts don’t open until Monday.”

“I don’t give a shit. You get your ass back here and in that boardroom Monday morning. You can fly back and get it annulled on Tuesday.” He hung up.

“FUCK!” I shouted, throwing my phone across the room.

After downing a scotch, I put on my swim trunks and a T-shirt and headed down to the pool to talk to Willa.

“We have a problem,” I said, sitting in the lounger next to her.

“Married less than 24 hours, and we already have problems.” She smirked.

“I’m serious, Willa. There’s a viral video circulating around the internet of us.” I tapped on the link and handed her my phone.

“Oh, shit.” She chewed her bottom lip while watching the video. “I suppose this isn’t good. Gee, what’s with that headline? Are you some kind of celebrity or something?” She cocked her head.

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