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roughly over six months ago. Maybe it is still showing up on my records.”
She says cheerfully, “That is weird it is listed here as well. But it also shows here you got married just roughly six months ago in Las Vegas.” She tilts her head to the side.
I am sorry. What did she just say? That cannot be right at all. I would have remembered if I was married or got married. Wait…six months ago I was out in Vegas celebrating my divorce from Greg… Shit. Holy fucking shit.No!Jameson. But how do I not remember this? I was not even drunk at all. I remember every delicious detail from the night as I masturbate nightly to it. My vibrator has been getting a workout lately.
Pearl is staring at me like I have gone crazy because my face must look like I just shit my pants. Not physically, that would be embarrassing, but I have mentally. I blink up at Pearl. “Yes, thank you.” I clear my throat. “You have everything you need?”
She smiles and says, “Sure do!”
I say thank you and leave Pearl’s office to head to mine. First thing before I start setting up my appointments for today is to look up this goddamn marriage I apparently am in. Yep, Pearl from HR is correct. Right here in black and white.
Aria Blake Lewis: Age: Thirty & Jameson Axel Chambers: Age: Thirty-Five
Married on May the Tenth of Two Thousand and Twenty-One
City: Las Vegas
State: Nevada
Shit…Shit…Shit…I really am married according to city hall in Las Vegas. No matter how much I think back to the best night of my life. I remember myself and the girls getting ready and arriving at the club. Jameson came and made me come in the middle of the dance floor where anyone could have seen us. Then, I remember leaving the club to go to his apartment and getting there. I do not remember the in-between. Though, I remember the way he made me feel, the way his hands caressed every inch of my body, the way he looked at me with hunger and the way his mouth glided over my curves. It was as if he couldn’t get enough. My body did not shock him nor did it repulse him like most men, more specifically, Greg. Jameson couldn’t stop touching me when he tattooed me or for the rest of the evening, and I did not want him to stop. I wanted more. I needed more.
I need to end this, seeing as it has been six months because I cannot be married, again, and be the only one present in my marriage, again. Hard pass. I looked up the phone number to the tattoo shop with the hopes of getting a hold of Jameson to figure out what the hell happened between the club to his place.
My leg is jiggling as I am riddled with nerves. What the hell do I say? On the fifth ring, I hear someone say, “Sin City Tattoo. This is Tyler, how can I help you?” I let out a sigh of relief that it is the sweet voice of Tyler that answers the phone.
“Hi, Tyler. This is Aria Lewis. Not sure, if you remember, but I came in roughly six months ago and Jameson did my phoenix tattoo.”
“Hey, Aria! I remember you! How are you doing? What can I help you with?”
Clearing my throat. “Well, I was wondering if Jameson was in the shop today. I need to speak to him on…some questions I have.” Gosh, not even I believe myself.
She chuckles. “Sorry, girl. He is not in at the moment. I think this is his week of traveling. I can take a message. I am sure he would love to hear from you.”
“Yeah, can you just let him know next time you speak to him that Aria Lewis called. It is important.”
“Of course, girl. I am sure he will want to call you back right away.”
I sigh. “Thanks, Tyler. Bye.”
“Bye, Aria. Talk soon.” Her tone was extra chipper.
Back to square one, I guess. I only have his last name and age to go on. I don’t even know where his apartment is located or even the number to his address. How in the world did I let this happen to me? To a stranger no less.
City Hall could not give me much information over the phone per their policies. They said I would need to come in person with questions on my marriage license as they need me to verify my identity. I guess I am going to have to move some things around in my calendar to make this work. Maybe if I fly out there, I can go to his shop with the hope he is in, and we can go to get this marriage annulled.
I have been sitting on this information for a few days, and I have not shared it with a single person. Not even my girlfriends. Only Pearl in HR and I know. I mean, how does one simply just say, “Oh while we were in Vegas celebrating my divorce, I got married to a sexy stranger who I know nothing about and have not heard from in six months.” There is no way to say that without it coming across as crazy because the truth is, it is crazy.
Tonight, I’m meeting all of my girls, Hayley, Hope, Quinn, and Caroline at our favorite happy hour place right in the middle of downtown. Out of the way of all the tourists coming to Pike Place Market. Lesley’s Pub is low key where the drinks are fair price and the food is deliciously greasy. We have been coming here for years, and the staff knows us pretty well too.
Walking up to the table, I hear Hayley talking about her most recent date she went on a few nights ago. I heard about it the next day when she called me to vent. This is why I will never try one of those dating sites. No thanks.
“All I am saying is never believe what you see on the internet ladies. These men are out here trying to catfish us. I can overlook certain things, but not that you deliberately took a photo from the internet and said it was you. No, Zach, it was not you. It was Zach who lives in his mom’s basement, working at the pet store.” Hayley throws her hands in the air frustrated.
Quinn and Caroline are bent over laughing. I sit down, trying not to join in.
Hope looks at Hayley with a stone face. “Well, no shit. That is how you end up on Dateline, you weirdo, and I will not speak on your special. Nope, you were dumb to go out with him, even when I told you the photo did not look real.”
Hayley whines loudly. “But, Hope, I thought his eyes looked trusting. You know I am a sucker for eyes.”
