but she was covered by a sheet and the pillow she’d just stolen from me.
“The only thing I’m interested in sharing is a bottle of ibuprofen. How much did we drink last night? I feel like death,” she murmured from underneath the pillow.
Death was a good way to describe how I was feeling.
Sitting up, I looked around the room and took it in. Our clothes were strewn across the room. There was a can of whipped cream by the bed and on one table sat a bottle of champagne with two other bottles laying on the floor.
I didn’t remember ordering the third bottle, but I did remember spraying the whipped cream on Everly and licking it off her.
Running my hands through my hair, my eyes caught on the silver band on my left ring finger. Looking back on it, last night seemed like a dream. How had I thought getting married to a girl I’d known for all of twenty-four hours was a good idea? Oh yeah, I remembered. It was because I wanted to sink my dick into her.
Silently, I snuck out of bed and went in pursuit of my phone. Last I remembered it was in my jeans, but where those jeans were, I had no idea. I followed the path of clothing until I was standing at the door and found my jeans and Everly’s tank top.
Fishing out my phone, I headed for the bathroom where I turned on the shower for some much-needed privacy and went to my contact list to call Luke.
“Leo,” Alex yelled into the phone. Okay, maybe she didn’t yell, but it sounded like it with the steady beat of drums playing in my head.
“Hey, Alex. Is Luke around?”
“He’s in the gym, but he should be done soon. Do you want me to take him the phone?”
Did I? I wasn’t sure. Luke would probably yell at me and tell me I’d fucked up, but Alex was so sweet and in mommy mode, she’d probably be the nicer of the two.
“Do you have a second to talk?” I whispered.
“Is this about a girl?” she asked excitedly.
I’d been speaking to Alex about my girl problems almost since the time we’d met over the phone. Why should now be any different?
“I met a girl here in Vegas,” I started. “Actually, she’s the maid of honor.”
“I can already tell by the tone in your voice you like her. What’s the problem?”
“Problem?” I laughed, humorlessly. “Yeah, I like her. Too much. Last night we were drunk, and I think I did something stupid.”
More like I knew I did something incredibly stupid.
“What happened?” she asked softly.
Walking over to the door, I listened to see if I could hear anything from the other side. When all was silent, I blew out a breath. “We got married.”
Alex made a sound that was a mix between a cough and a choke. “Are you sure? Maybe you’re remembering your friend’s wedding.”
“No, they’re supposed to get married this afternoon. We went to a little chapel we’d seen and yeah…I’m married, Alex. To a woman I barely know.”
“Well, at least you don’t hate her. That’s a plus.”
Slumping down against the wall until my ass hit the floor, I hung my head. “What am I going to do? I’m just starting my life here.”
“You can get it annulled.”
The thought sat heavy in my gut. I didn’t want to be the first person in my family to get a divorce. I was already dreading it when they all learned what I’d done.
“Or you can stay married and get to know her. I don’t know if I told you about our friend Jenner, but he did the same thing only his publicist made him stay married. She was afraid of what it would do to his image if there was another scandal under his belt. It turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to him. Maybe the same could be said for you and…”
“Everly,” I supplied.
“Oh, I like that name. Is she pretty?”
“She’s gorgeous and sweet.”
“But…”
“I don’t even know where she lives, what her job is or anything except she’s Camilla’s best friend. I can’t ask her to pack up her life in order for us to give what only started a couple of days ago a shot.”
“I think you should talk to her. See where her head is at.”
Probably pounding like mine was.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t make any decisions until I talk to her.”
“Smart boy. Do you want to talk to Luke or…” She