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I was on a boat. My bed was jerking as if we were in rough seas.
Once I blinked the blinding morning light from my eyes, I realized I was not, in fact, on a boat, and I was indeed in my bed.
I was just really fucking hungover.
Getting drunk had seemed like the only sensible solution on my fake wedding day. Now I was kind of regretting it.
I groaned, rolling over in bed and almost face-planting into a plate of half-eaten grilled cheese.
Vague moments of last night started piecing themselves together. The vows. The kiss. Nora being pregnant. I’d deduced it when she didn’t touch the expensive champagne I’d charged on Kip’s credit card.
“What’s mine is yours, remember,honey?” I’d called to him when I’d requested the card that he had interestingly forked over without a fight.
She’d been trying to keep the pregnancy a secret so as not to ruin my special day. Because she thought it was a special day.
Ugh.
My best friend was preggers.
Ah, at least one happy thing had happened yesterday.
Had Kip… carried me over the threshold?
Yes, he had.
Then he’d made me a grilled cheese.
And I remembered it being fucking amazing.
Then again, anything fried and full of cheese and carbs when you were wasted was amazing. Nothing to be impressed by. I’d eat a human head if it was deep-fried when I was in that state.
I rolled onto my back, wincing at the pain and the churning of my stomach that came with the movement.
Staring at the ceiling, I contemplated my day. Nora had insisted I have the day off. She’d tried really hard for the week, trying to convince me that I needed a honeymoon.
I’d fought hard on that one. We were doing enough for this thing, lying to our friends, committing fraud, living together for an indefinite amount of time. I did not need Kip to ruin a perfectly good vacation.
Beyond that, I couldn’t afford it.
Nora paid me well. Far too well, honestly. I was nothing but a glorified barista. Sure, I helped managed the place when Nora was spiraling, sick, or baking up a storm. Tina did that too.
It wasn’t a chore. I fucking loved working at the bakery—except the early mornings, I’d never get used to those. I got to work with people I loved, and there were always delicious sugary sweets around. I had freedom, full benefits, and enough money to pay the rent on my seaside cottage, plus buy myself clothes and nice furniture. It was enough to make a life, a great one.
I’d been in America long enough and worked enough jobs to understand that was hard to come by.
So yeah, my best friend was a fucking gem. Except when she was trying to force me to go on a honeymoon and take the day off after I got married. Granted, if I actuallylikedmy husband, I’d be happy to spend the week shagging and drinking umbrella drinks on a beach somewhere. It’d be awesome.
As it was, it was a fucking nightmare.
“What the fuck have you done, you stupid bitch?” I said out loud, lying back on the pillow placing my palm to my forehead. “You’re fucked.”
* * *
It took me a long time to get out of bed.
Then I sat in the bottom of the shower for about thirty minutes before I brushed my teeth and slapped on some moisturizer that Nora gave me because she’d been horrified to know I used the same stuff on my face as I did on my body.
I wasn’t into expensive skincare like Nora was, but I had to say that I did enjoy the feel of the stuff she gave me. It smelled nice too. Though I didn’t notice a huge difference, especially not for the price tag of the stuff.
