Page 11 of Resisting You
It matched mine. Except the black and gold was twisted and there were more of the stones.
They looked like… they looked like wedding rings.
What in the actual fuck was going on?
Ice trickled down my spine as my gaze shifted from her ring finger to a very official looking piece of paper resting on her nightstand next to her phone.
Certificate of Marriage was scrolled across the top in fancy script.
Why the hell did we have Hazel and Reid’s marriage certificate in my room?
When I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t Reid’s and Hazel’s names on the certificate. It was mine. And Rosa’s.
We were married?
Suddenly, flashes of last night came back to me. Drunken, half-pulled together memories of Rosa and me stumbling back to the same chapel where we had witnessed our best friends get married hours earlier. Buying rings off a dude who stood outside with a suitcase.
And me… kissing the bride.
Holy fuck. I remembered kissing Rosa.
We were married.
This was mywifesleeping in my bed right now.
And the scariest part of all… was that I didn’t feel any regret.
If anything, the thought of me and Rosa being married made me kind ofhappy.
How fucked up am I?
Hell, the only part I regretted about marrying Rosa was the fact that I couldn’t remember most of it.
Smiling, I bent to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
As I did, my heart sank. There was no way Rosa was going to be happy about this news. No way she was going to want to live in wedded bliss with me. Hell, not that I wanted that either… did I? But I wouldn’t have minded a date or two.
We had to annul the marriage. We didn’t consummate it… did we?
We were both still clothed. Or mostly clothed. I looked around the room, seeing her discarded black dress on a chair next to my dress pants. She was in panties. I was still in my dress pants… surely we wouldn’t have put clothesbackon after sex, right?
Plus, there weren’t any used condoms around. No torn condom wrappers in the trash.
Fuck. What if we didn’t use a condom?
I shook the thought away and pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. We couldn’t have been that stupid. Even in my drunkest state, I always remembered to use a condom.
No. This had to be annulled. Immediately. Now.
My phone buzzed in my hand again and I looked down to see another message from Callie.
Callie:
Dude. Ronnie is freaking out. The wedding is in four hours. Please tell me you’re on your way!?
I swiped a hand down my face and across the morning stubble that I hadn’t bothered shaving this morning.
Crap. I needed to go.
