Page 34 of Bound To Be Mine

Sebastian laughed again. “This is amazing. All these years of you being perfect, never making a mistake, always having your shit together. And you go to Vegas for one night and end up married to a woman you don’t even remember marrying.”

“I don’t think she even signed the contract,” I said.

That stopped them both.

“Wait,” Dash said. “You got married to her, but she didn’t sign the contract?”

“I don’t think so. Hell, I don’t even know. Maybe I gave it to her to hold on to.”

“Where is your wife?” Dash asked.

“No clue,” I muttered.

Dash whistled. “Adrian is going to lose his mind.”

“Adrian already lost his mind,” I corrected.

My brain was starting to function again, piecing together what needed to happen next.

“I need to find Mandy,” I said.

“Your wife,” Sebastian interjected.

“Vegas marriages can be annulled,” I said. “I’m not the first one to do this. Won’t be the last.”

“Did you consummate the marriage?” Sebastian asked.

I tried to remember. I really tried. But it was a total blur. I remembered the wedding. I remembered the first couple of drinks. I think I remembered dancing with her. But sex? I was drawing a blank. Somehow, I was pretty sure I would remember that.

“I don’t remember, but I don’t feel like I had sex last night,” I said, frowning.

“Well, that’s going to be an interesting conversation with your wife,” Sebastian said. “Hey, did we bone last night? Because I need to know for legal reasons.”

“This is a nightmare.” I sullenly chewed on a piece of bacon.

“This is the best day of my life,” Dash said. “I’m never letting you forget this. Never. You know how many of your lectures I’ve had to sit through? Well, the shoe’s on the other foot now, pal.”

I finished my eggs and moved on to the rest of the pancakes. “Do you chuckleheads have a plan or are you just here to break my balls?”

“The plan is simple,” Sebastian said. “You go find Mandy. You figure out what happened last night. You get the marriage annulled. And then maybe you can salvage the business deal.”

“And you need to do it before we fly back tonight,” Dash added. “Because Adrian wants you back in New York. He’s handling damage control on his end, but he needs to be spending time with his wife and child. You have to clean this up.”

I checked my phone. It was already past noon. How long had I been passed out? “Do we know where she is?”

Sebastian and Dash exchanged a look. “You really don’t know where your wife is?”

“Stop calling her that. I don’t remember going to my room. But I assume she’s in her room, wherever she’s staying.”

“Damn, man,” Dash said with a shake of his head. “You really got that wasted?”

“Apparently.” I slapped a hand against my face. “Fuck me. I’m guessing I didn’t even sign a prenup.”

Sebastian laughed. “You think she wants your money?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about the woman. Maybe that was her plan. Get me drunk enough to marry her.”

Dash looked thoughtful. “It’s not totally impossible, but doubtful.”