Page 14 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

I check my watch again. Five minutes to spare.

“Run,” I tell Tatiana, grabbing her hand.

We sprint toward the entrance, my security team clearing a path. Behind us, our friends cheer us on like we’re finishing a marathon.

“We made it,” Tatiana gasps as we burst through the doors.

The clerk behind the counter looks up, clearly unimpressed by our dramatic entrance.

“Marriage license?” she asks, already reaching for the forms.

“Yes,” we answer in unison.

As she slides the paperwork toward us, I catch Tatiana’s eye. She’s glowing, radiant with excitement and drugs and maybe something else.

Either this is the best idea I’ve ever had.

Or the biggest mistake of my life.

Right now, I couldn’t care less which one it is.

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Tatiana

Pain. That’s my first conscious thought. Searing, throbbing, all-consuming pain centered squarely behind my eyeballs. My mouth feels like someone stuffed it with cotton balls soaked in tequila.

Good morning, sunshine. Welcome to death.

I keep my eyes firmly closed, afraid that any light might actually split my skull in two. The sheets beneath me feel impossibly soft. They’re definitely not the mid-range hotel linens from the room I’m sharing with my friends.

Where exactly am I?

I cautiously extend my hand, patting the space beside me. My fingers connect with warm skin and firm muscle.

Oh no.

No no no.

I crack one eye open, immediately regretting it as sunlight stabs through floor-to-ceiling windows. A penthouse suite of some kind.

Turning my head requires herculean effort, but I finally do it. The naked torso beside me belongs to...

Dominic Rossi??

Dominic freaking Rossi.

Then the panic finally hits me.

You had sex with DOMINIC ROSSI. Your boss’s billionaire friend. Shit shit shit.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

What have I gotten myself into now? And why don’t I remember anything?

We met at the pool, went to a private cabana, I think, and then... nothing.

As I try to piece together how we got from the cabana to... wherever we are now, something catches the light. A band of gold on my left hand.

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