I tried to close my eyes again, but the sound of Levi and another woman arguing with Abbi in the other room got me out of bed. When I walked out of the bedroom, I found Levi leveling an evil eye at me.
“Dude, get dressed and meet us out in the living room.”
He turned away, giving me his back before I could say a word. He acted like all this was my fault. Where the hell had he been all night? When I came back out after getting dressed, Abbi was curled up on the couch, full-on crying on the other woman’s shoulder. I ignored them and looked to Levi.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. I can’t believe you pulled that shit on me. Do you know how pissed off Catherine is? When she gets ahold of you and the wifey, she’s going to skin you alive. It’s all over the internet.”
“What?” Abbi and I both said at the same time.
It was at that moment that the writing on my finger and what Levi had said finally took hold in my alcohol-soaked brain. Looking down at my finger, I wanted to erase the tattoo and the last twenty-four hours of my life like they’d never happened.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Jenner.”
Chapter Three
Abbi
This couldn’t be happening. While I had scribbled Abbi Jenner on all my notebooks in high school, I never thought I would actually be Mrs. Jenner. Especially not to the has-been version that was staring at me from across the room like he wished I would disappear in a puff of smoke.
Clutching Sophie’s hand, I begged her. “Tell me this is all a lie.”
Sophie’s gaze never left mine as she broke the bad news. “I wish I could, but you really did marry that asshole.” She mouthed the words I’m sorry as tears built in my eyes. Sophie knew I’d had a crush on Reeves Jenner throughout high school and some of college, but she also knew it was no more. The pitying look she gave me wasn’t making me feel any better.
And his friend had mentioned Catherine, my boss, was pissed. I knew that I was going to lose my dream job all because of one stupid drunken night. How had I let this happen?
I jumped up as an idea came to me. “We can get it annulled like it never happened.” It was perfect. People got married all the time in Vegas and then got it annulled. What was one more?
The man sitting beside Reeves grimaced and shook his shaggy head. He was cute with his long brown hair that almost brushed his ears and light brown eyes. He was dressed in skinny jeans—that under normal circumstances would have made me jealous that he looked better in them than I would—and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing sleeves of tattoos on his arms.
“Too late for that.” He picked up an iPad off the table and clicked around for a few seconds before he turned the screen toward us.
I watched as a video on YouTube played of Reeves and me stumbling out of a limo; I looked like a monkey as I tried to climb him and wrapped my legs around him. I was just thankful that his large hands grabbed my ass, and the world hadn’t seen that I hadn’t worn underwear last night. That’s all I needed was for my brother, Paul, to see my debauchery all over the internet. The entire right side of the screen was filled with more videos like the one we were watching.
Paparazzi surrounded us as we stumbled our way into the little white chapel and took video and pictures as they shouted at Reeves.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” one of them shouted.
“The love of my life,” Reeves shouted back.
I watched in horror as my eyes filled with hearts before I sloppily kissed him. It looked like I was trying to swallow his head whole. Oh my god, what had I done?
“I’ve loved you since I was in ninth grade,” I confessed on video.
Kill me now. I wanted to throw up again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the shit show that we were being shown.
Reeves rushed us inside the chapel but turned at the last minute to shout. “We’ll be back in a few minutes as husband and wife.”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How had Sophie and whoever this guy was let us get married?
“Where were you?” I hissed at Sophie. Her face fell, and I immediately felt bad. It wasn’t her fault that I stupidly got hitched last night.
“You guys took off, and it took us forever to catch a cab and when we did . . . ” She nodded to the iPad.
Reeves was carrying me bridal style out of the chapel with a beaming smile on his face. “I want to introduce you to Mrs. Reeves Jenner.”
I was looking up at him as if he was my moon and stars, and so in love, it was sickening. How much had I drunk last night?
The paparazzi cheered as if they were really happy for us. I’m sure they were because they were going to make a lot of money off of their pictures and we were only making it easier for them.
“Show us the ring!” one of them shouted.
I looked down at the tattoo on my finger and sighed. I was pretty sure the wedding chapel didn’t do tattoos as wedding rings.
“We’ve yet to pick out our rings, but bright and early Monday morning, I’ll take my sweet Abbi to the best jewelers in LA and let her pick out anything she wants.” Reeves laid the mother of all kisses on me, and my stomach rolled.
Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I squealed. Fucking squealed like a little girl and professed, “I don’t need a ring when I’ve got you. I’ve wanted you forever, and now we are one.”
I looked up to see Reeves staring across the living room at me. His face was blank as he assessed me.
“Isn’t she the best! My Abbi only wants me for me and not my fame and fortune.” That led to us making out in the most disgusting way possible right before we made our way into the limo.
In the background, a cab pulled up with Sophie and whoever the guy was next to Reeves stepping out and running after our limo.
The paparazzi followed our limo and stopped in front of a tattoo parlor. How I wished someone would have filmed what had happened in the limo and what made us choose to get tattoos as wedding rings. Actually, I take that back. I’m glad I didn’t get to see what happened. We probably consummated our marriage going by how disheveled we both were as we slid out of the limo and made our way inside.
While the tattoo parlor wouldn’t let the paparazzi inside to film, they got the entire thing from the outside. There was no way in hell to deny the proof of the video. Somehow last night, I met my high school crush, and we ran off and got married.
How was I going to get out of this mess?
“Maybe no one will watch it,” I spoke up, hoping with all hope that I was right.
“It would be easier to find someone who hasn’t watched it. It’s the top story everywhere. And I mean everywhere,” the guy said.
“Who are you?” I finally asked him. I didn’t care if I was rude. He was on Reeves’ side, and therefore, the enemy.
He gave me a tentative smile. “I’m Levi, Mr. Jenner’s assistant.”
“Where were you last night?” Reeves growled at him.
“Putting out all your fires. You,” he stared Reeves down with a pissed off glint in his eyes, “were hell-bent on trying to cause as much trouble as possible. At one point, you locked me in a bathroom to give yourself some lead time.”