Chapter three

All the air left my lungs as I snatched the paper out of his hands. And just as he said, it was an official marriage certificate and my name was written boldly on it. Jessica Clare Morgan.

I started to stumble a bit before I could fall his strong hands were on my way steadying me and guiding me back to the bed to sit.

"Oh My God," I whispered.

"I had a similar reaction." He muttered and sat next to me. I could smell his shampoo and feel the heat radiating from his body. 

"Oh my God," I repeated.

"Well, he isn't coming down here anytime soon so perhaps you should stop." He sounded irritated.

"What have you done?" I turned to look at him and met with his hazel eyes remembering the deal I made with my father. 

"Excuse me?" He raised those perfect sets of brows.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed and buried my head in my hands.

"I thought we agreed you'd stop that?"

"I didn't agree to anything!" I yelled at him and stood up from the bed.

"I didn't agree to any of this! I am a person with a life, I have duties." 

"And I'm just a sack of potatoes." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"I don't like you." I hissed at him, wondering how he could be so flippant about this.

"Something we agree on." Came his reply as he picked up his phone.

"Good. Now g****e how soon we can have an annulment." I told him, mindful of the fact that a man was back home in New Jersey waiting to marry me, even though I didn't know him, I couldn't just leave him on the altar. If I don’t show up soon my father will destroy my friends’ lives.

"First of all princess, you do not G****e things like that, that's what having the right contacts is for." he started to get up from the bed.

"Well 'Mr right contacts', contact away."  He was already on his feet and slowly walking towards where I stood near the window.

"Secondly, an annulment can not be valid unless the marriage hasn't been consummated." His voice dropped as he reached where I was standing but didn't stop so I started to move back.

"Are you saying we had sex?" I shot at him as I took a nervous step back.

"I'm saying I think you can tell me if we had sex." When I looked at him in confusion he added; "I've been told my size is quite . . . Memorable." His voice dripped with innuendo as my back came in contact with the wall.

He had me well cornered, both literally and figuratively. I wasn't quite sure what he was saying since I've never had sex and didn't know if there was something or some way I was supposed to know, but I wasn't about to let him know that so he could laugh in my face.

"I guess they lied to you?" I taunted, aiming for his ego.

"Shall we test out your theory?" He wasn't even the least bit disturbed. He came even closer and his body was pressed against mine, it sent sparks through my body. He was at least a foot taller than me so I had to lift my head to meet his eyes. He bent his head slightly over mine and as a droplet of water from his still-wet hair landed on my lips, I instinctively ran my tongue over my lips and it tasted like . . . him.

I saw him smirk and as I realized he had noticed what I did, I was so embarrassed and my face turned red. I dropped my head down to hide my mortification but he bent his index finger under my chin and lifted my face and his eyes met mine.

"I don't think you should look down unless you want to see the effect that had on me" He moved his finger to caress the side of my face as he spoke.

Was he saying what I think he is saying? As I was fighting the urge to look down my phone rang again, breaking the spell and snapping me out of it. He moved away and I ran to pick it up, it was Ashley.

"Where are you? I called like a million times, your mum is freaking out!" She sounded panicked. 

"I am so sorry, I'll meet you guys at the airport and explain everything." I tried my best to pacify her before hanging up.

"What am I going to do?" I said to no one in particular.

"You might want to first find out who drugged us."

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"We both passed out with little recollection of what happened last night. Sounds normal to you?"

"Why would anyone drug me and how . . ." I trailed off as I realized the last thing I had was the drink I had taken from him. "It was you! I knew this was your fault." I pointed my finger at him.

"If I wanted to sleep with you I'd make sure you remembered every second of it so try again." He scowled. And I tried not to melt from the intensity of his words.

"Then what happened? I mean it's your drink." I asked.

"That you stole.  So technically it's your fault." He shot back at me.

"You were staring at me." I accused before realizing it didn't make as much sense when I said it out loud.

He just stared at me like I was crazy and then wrote something on a piece of tissue and handed it to me. 

"That's my phone number. Just go. I'll figure everything out."

"Thank you." I was so relieved. I grabbed my phone and quickly walked to the door before he stopped me.

"Are you sure you want to get married to this person?" He asked slowly as if he was trying to select his words.

"I don't have a choice," I said honestly.

"Well, . . . If it's a husband you're looking for, we already bicker like a married couple." He smiled a little.

"You?" I laughed and noticed his smile fell. 

"Yeah, bad Joke." He laughed but it didn't quite sound 

genuine. Did he mean that?  Before I could ask him, my phone started to ring again and I left the room.

It was till I got to the airport I realized I didn't even know his name.

***

"Where the hell were you?!" Jennifer practically hissed at me as I got out of my taxi.

"I am so so sorry you guys, I'll explain later, do you have my ticket?"

"Yes, the plane is leaving in ten minutes." She said and we started walking toward the check-in.

"Why do you smell like a Man?" Ashley who had moved to my right as we walked asked.

"Uh . . . What?" Shit. What would I say? How will tell them I was with another man the afternoon before my wedding? How would I explain to them?

"You smell like I do after spending the night at my boyfriend's."

"Maybe it's the weather." I blurted.

"The weather?" Jennifer scoffed. "You sure have a lot of explaining to do." She knew I was lying.