Page 3 of Affinity

She scrunched up her nose, and her face became red with anger, which was sexy as fuck, but I didn’t appreciate the words that were coming out of her mouth.

My lips curled up in a snarl. “I can assure you, honey, that I’m one hundred percent clean. I get tested regularly, but what about you? Maybe you gave me something last night? I don’t know you, and you’re standing there in a sheet with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

“Me?” she sputtered. “I’ll have you know that I’ve only been with two men, and it’s been two years since I last had sex.”

Two years? Damn, I couldn’t imagine going that long without sex.

Abbi stomped out of the room, and I followed as she dipped low and snatched up her clothes from under the armoire. “Fuck you, asshole.”

I let out a bitter chuckle. “We already did that, but it must not have been that great since I can’t remember a second of our time together.”

Her only response was to slam the bathroom door behind her. Wanting to forget all about her, I crawled back in bed and tried to put the whole morning behind me.

When I heard the bathroom door open, I squinted one eye open to see she had put on a very revealing dress. No wonder she had caught my eye. What I wished I hadn’t seen were the tears shimmering in her eyes. I felt bad, but I wasn’t the guy who comforted women who cried.

I tried to close my eyes again, but the sound of Levi and another woman arguing with Abbi in the other room got me out of bed. When I walked out of the bedroom, I found Levi leveling an evil eye at me.

“Dude, get dressed and meet us out in the living room.”

He turned away, giving me his back before I could say a word. He acted like all this was my fault. Where the hell had he been all night? When I came back out after getting dressed, Abbi was curled up on the couch, full-on crying on the other woman’s shoulder. I ignored them and looked to Levi.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I can’t believe you pulled that shit on me. Do you know how pissed off Catherine is? When she gets ahold of you and the wifey, she’s going to skin you alive. It’s all over the internet.”

“What?” Abbi and I both said at the same time.

It was at that moment that the writing on my finger and what Levi had said finally took hold in my alcohol-soaked brain. Looking down at my finger, I wanted to erase the tattoo and the last twenty-four hours of my life like they’d never happened.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Jenner.”

Chapter Three

Abbi

This couldn’t be happening. While I had scribbled Abbi Jenner on all my notebooks in high school, I never thought I would actually be Mrs. Jenner. Especially not to thehas-beenversion that was staring at me from across the room like he wished I would disappear in a puff of smoke.

Clutching Sophie’s hand, I begged her. “Tell me this is all a lie.”

Sophie’s gaze never left mine as she broke the bad news. “I wish I could, but you really did marry that asshole.” She mouthed the wordsI’m sorryas tears built in my eyes. Sophie knew I’d had a crush on Reeves Jenner throughout high school and some of college, but she also knew it was no more. The pitying look she gave me wasn’t making me feel any better.

And his friend had mentioned Catherine, my boss, was pissed. I knew that I was going to lose my dream job all because of one stupid drunken night. How had I let this happen?

I jumped up as an idea came to me. “We can get it annulled like it never happened.” It was perfect. People got married all the time in Vegas and then got it annulled. What was one more?

The man sitting beside Reeves grimaced and shook his shaggy head. He was cute with his long brown hair that almost brushed his ears and light brown eyes. He was dressed in skinny jeans—that under normal circumstances would have made me jealous that he looked better in them than I would—and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing sleeves of tattoos on his arms.

“Too late for that.” He picked up an iPad off the table and clicked around for a few seconds before he turned the screen toward us.

I watched as a video on YouTube played of Reeves and me stumbling out of a limo; I looked like a monkey as I tried to climb him and wrapped my legs around him. I was just thankful that his large hands grabbed my ass, and the world hadn’t seen that I hadn’t worn underwear last night. That’s all I needed was for my brother, Paul, to see my debauchery all over the internet. The entire right side of the screen was filled with more videos like the one we were watching.

Paparazzi surrounded us as we stumbled our way into the little white chapel and took video and pictures as they shouted at Reeves.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” one of them shouted.

“The love of my life,” Reeves shouted back.

I watched in horror as my eyes filled with hearts before I sloppily kissed him. It looked like I was trying to swallow his head whole. Oh my god, what had I done?

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