Page 4 of Affinity

“I’ve loved you since I was in ninth grade,” I confessed on video.

Kill me now. I wanted to throw up again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the shit show that we were being shown.

Reeves rushed us inside the chapel but turned at the last minute to shout. “We’ll be back in a few minutes as husband and wife.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How had Sophie and whoever this guy was let us get married?

“Where were you?” I hissed at Sophie. Her face fell, and I immediately felt bad. It wasn’t her fault that I stupidly got hitched last night.

“You guys took off, and it took us forever to catch a cab and when we did . . . ” She nodded to the iPad.

Reeves was carrying me bridal style out of the chapel with a beaming smile on his face. “I want to introduce you to Mrs. Reeves Jenner.”

I was looking up at him as if he was my moon and stars, and so in love, it was sickening. How much had I drunk last night?

The paparazzi cheered as if they were really happy for us. I’m sure they were because they were going to make a lot of money off of their pictures and we were only making it easier for them.

“Show us the ring!” one of them shouted.

I looked down at the tattoo on my finger and sighed. I was pretty sure the wedding chapel didn’t do tattoos as wedding rings.

“We’ve yet to pick out our rings, but bright and early Monday morning, I’ll take my sweet Abbi to the best jewelers in LA and let her pick out anything she wants.” Reeves laid the mother of all kisses on me, and my stomach rolled.

Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I squealed. Fucking squealed like a little girl and professed, “I don’t need a ring when I’ve got you. I’ve wanted you forever, and now we are one.”

I looked up to see Reeves staring across the living room at me. His face was blank as he assessed me.

“Isn’t she the best! My Abbi only wants me for me and not my fame and fortune.” That led to us making out in the most disgusting way possible right before we made our way into the limo.

In the background, a cab pulled up with Sophie and whoever the guy was next to Reeves stepping out and running after our limo.

The paparazzi followed our limo and stopped in front of a tattoo parlor. How I wished someone would have filmed what had happened in the limo and what made us choose to get tattoos as wedding rings. Actually, I take that back. I’m glad I didn’t get to see what happened. We probably consummated our marriage going by how disheveled we both were as we slid out of the limo and made our way inside.

While the tattoo parlor wouldn’t let the paparazzi inside to film, they got the entire thing from the outside. There was no way in hell to deny the proof of the video. Somehow last night, I met my high school crush, and we ran off and got married.

How was I going to get out of this mess?

“Maybe no one will watch it,” I spoke up, hoping with all hope that I was right.

“It would be easier to find someone who hasn’t watched it. It’s the top storyeverywhere.And I mean everywhere,” the guy said.

“Who are you?” I finally asked him. I didn’t care if I was rude. He was on Reeves’ side, and therefore, the enemy.

He gave me a tentative smile. “I’m Levi, Mr. Jenner’s assistant.”

“Where were you last night?” Reeves growled at him.

“Putting out all your fires. You,” he stared Reeves down with a pissed off glint in his eyes, “were hell-bent on trying to cause as much trouble as possible. At one point, you locked me in a bathroom to give yourself some lead time.”

Reeves ran his fingers through his hair, looking utterly defeated. “That’s not like me. You know that. Even when . . . I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Good to know he didn’t run off and get married on the regular.

Levi nodded but didn’t say a word.

Resting his face in his hands, Reeves muttered, “What am I going to do now?”

Levi looked down at his phone and frowned. “We’re about to find out. Catherine is on her way up.”

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