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Hope rolls her eyes in annoyance.
Quinn pushes my margarita to me.
I take a big sip and sigh after the fruit, salt, and tequila hits my tongue. This is what I need. I need all of the tequila in the world, it may help me figure out how in the world I am married.
All of them go quiet and stare at me. Panicking, I blurt out. “I’m married.”
Quinn tilts her head, narrows her eyes, and asks, “You’re what?”
I take another big sip. “I’m married. Apparently, after I left with Jameson that night. We got married. I do not remember a thing, and I know I was not that drunk either. I am still in shock.”
All of their eyes go wide and with their mouths wide open.
Hope speaks first. “Are you fucking with me?”
I shake my head no. “I wish I was. But, nope. I am married.”
Caroline is the only one who asks, “How did you find out just now? We were in Vegas over six months ago.”
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “I found out a week or so ago. My new company does an in-depth background check, and lovely Pearl in HR congratulated me on my marriage. I’m sure you can guess the look of confusion on my face.” I downed the rest of my margarita in one huge gulp. “I said she was mistaken as I am recently divorce, not married. But, nope. She said my status said married. I also Googled it.”
Hope whispers, “Fuck me.”
“What? I mean…” Hayley mutters as she drinks her wine.
Quinn and Caroline are staring at me like I have two heads.
Quinn finally asks, “Did you call city hall? I am sure they can tell you over the phone.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I called and they did confirm over the phone it was accurate. If I want a copy of the license, then I would need to go in person to verify I am who I say I am. As we just learned from Hayley, people are not always who they say they are.”
Caroline suggests in a soft tone. “Maybe call the tattoo studio.”
I lick the rim, I laugh. “I did that. Tyler told me Jameson is out traveling for the shop and will pass along my message.”
“What are you going to do then?” Hope asks.
Under the table, I am rubbing where he tattooed the Phoenix, and I have this sense of calmness, which is strange. Since getting it, I rub my fingers on it and it calms me down.
“I guess I need to go to Vegas soon to sort this out. Just need to figure out when.”
Hope flags down the bartender and orders another round and some shots. Tomorrow, I can start planning out my next steps on what I need to do next. Now, I need to drink all of the tequila in Seattle.
Eleven
jameson
Ittookalotof planning for me to finally be here in Seattle where I plan to, well surprise mywife.Her thinking that by her up and leaving me in my bed, that I would not track her down is laughable to me. She deserves to be punished.I had to make sure the shop and the club back in Vegas were settled before I could make the move out here, which was no easy task. To make all the arrangements on shifting clients, adjusting schedules, speaking with my accountant, and then there was the club. I had to make sure I had everything covered. I know Tyler can handle the shop and the artists there since they all make their own schedule. Shay is more than capable of handling the club as she does it most nights. I have no doubt in my mind that it will all run smoothly, but there are always the what ifs. She might punch me in my face if I keep texting her things to make sure she does.
The apartment I found is in the heart of the city in a high rise building that overlooks all of Seattle and the marina. It is fucking gorgeous for a city where it rains all the goddamn time. Being this high up, I am above the clouds, and I can see the storms rolling in right before the rain drops out of the sky. Leaning over the railing on the balcony, I close my eyes and think of Aria, my Angel…my wife, when we were in my apartment. I need her. I have never wanted anyone the way that I want her. My body craves her. My mind craves her. She is all I think about and dream about. The connection I felt the moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew right then and there I needed more of her.
Thinking back to our night we shared back in Vegas runs over and over in my mind. The way it turned her on with my finger fucking her in the middle of the nightclub where anyone could have seen her. The look on her face when she came, hot as fucking hell. The way she begged for me in the elevator on the way up to my apartment. Seeing her naked curvy body standing in front of the glass windows with the city lights of Vegas highlighting her features, calling for me to lick, suck, and bite every inch of her body. The sounds she made. I have to stop myself as I am already getting hard thinking about it. She was eager to please me and listened when I told her what I wanted. I’m hard just thinking about it, and I cannot wait to sink back into her tight, needy pussy.
She is mywife.
She ismine.
I was able to track down where Aria works pretty easily. I have the money and resources to find anyone that I desire, and right now, I desire her. It just so happens that my new wife works in commercial real estate, and I am in the market for a new tattoo studio to set up here in Seattle.
