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She runs a hand over her ever-growing stomach, the go-to gesture of pregnant women the world over.

“Sorry, Percy, I’ve had some ridiculous amnesia from this pregnancy. I can’t remember a damn thing, even when I’m at home. I’ve got nothing here.”

Well that sounds about right.

“It’s alright. I guess here we go again, huh?”

They all nod, various states of dread spreading across their faces.

“Well, let’s get me out of these things.” I say, wiggling my wrists so that the handcuffs clank against the bed post.

“Right,” Becky says, looking slowly around the room.

“There,” Sammy says, pointing to the nightstand.

She crosses to the other side of the bed and fetches the key. She unlocks me without fuss, my hands feeling numb when they finally come free.

“How do you always end up handcuffed?” she asks, laughing again.

I can only shrug.

How I do the things I do is as much a mystery to me as it is to anyone.

If you aren’t willing to wake up handcuffed to a bed with a stranger’s dick dangling above you, why even go out, right?

I sit up, rolling my wrists to get the feeling to return to my hands.

“How’s the rest of the suite?” I ask.

“Haven’t really checked yet. Not great from what we saw,” Sammi answers.

I look around the room again, thinking that’s got to be an understatement.

Mysti plops onto the bed beside me.

“So, what about the wedding?” she asks.

“What about it?”

“Have you changed your mind?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Definitely not. I don’t know what I was thinking, getting engaged. You guys know me. That was insane.”

“But Anton—” Becky starts.

“Yeah, I know. He’ll get over it, though. I just can’t do it. I’m definitely not getting married. Not today, not ever.”

Becky and Mysti nod, clearly in agreement.

I look up at Sammi, wondering at her silence.

She’s just staring at me, her mouth slightly agape.

“What?” I ask.

“Um...are you sure about that, Percy?” she asks.

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