Page 16 of Secret Seduction

Especially since I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested.

“Morning,” she croaks out, her violet eyes meeting mine.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?”

She flinches at my harsh tone, but I don’t give a shit because her being in my room, in my bed, naked, makes no sense.

“Umm …” She glances around. “Do you not remember last night?” she asks slowly.

“What about last night?” I slide out of bed, needing some space. “And if you try to tell me we fucked, I’m going to call bullshit because I don’t do one-night stands ever. And I told you that.”

She wraps the sheet around her body and then stands as well. “I understand that.” She lifts her left hand. “But I don’t think it’s considered a one-night stand if we’re married.”

She smiles hesitantly, and it takes me several seconds to wrap my head around her words and then several more for me to comprehend that on her left hand is a wedding band.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I bark, wondering if someone’s playing a goddamn joke on me. And if they are, it’s not funny. “We didn’t get married.” I stalk over to the door and swing it open. “Get the hell out of my room. I don’t know what games you’re playing, but I’m not participating.”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” Vanessa says softly.

Before I can respond, a door down the hall opens, and Bri and Kane step out.

“Is everything okay?” Bri asks.

“No!” I boom, freaking out. “This crazy bitch is trying to tell me that we got married last night.” I lift my hand to point at Vanessa, and the ring on my finger hits the light.

A simple silver ring that looks suspiciously like a wedding band.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “I got married last night.”

Bri and Kane step closer, probably to see who I’m referring to, but when Kane sees that Vanessa only has a blanket wrapped around her, he retreats, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” Bri says to Vanessa with a soft smile.

“Hey,” Vanessa says back, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here, which is great since I’d rather she be anywhere but here.

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones to get married last night,” Bri jokes, trying to ease the tension.

Neither Vanessa nor I laugh.

“I’m just going to get dressed,” Vanessa says before disappearing into the bathroom.

“This can’t be real.” I step back inside the room. “I don’t remember any of this.”

Bri winces. “Maybe don’t say that to her.”

“Fuck that!” I bark. “I don’t know what she did to me, but I didn’t willingly get married or fuck her last night. For one, I would’ve remembered, and I can’t remember shit. She must have drugged me,” I whisper-yell. “That’s the only explanation.”

Bri’s eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to say something just as Vanessa steps out of the bathroom, dressed in the same dress she wore last night, her heels dangling from the tips of her fingers.

“Did you fucking drug me?” I accuse, making her flinch.

“I—”

“Answer me!” I step into her face. “Did you drug and rape me?”

She shakes her head emphatically.

“We got married,” she whispers, handing me a piece of paper.