Pinch me and tell me this isn't happening.
My hair is a mess.
There's a wedding ring on my finger.
And my jerk of an ex boyfriend is sleeping right beside me.
Let me take a deep breath and jog my memory.
We arrived in Vegas three days ago for a mutual friend's wedding.
The reception party got a little out of hand.
We took a few shots of tequila.
Danced like maniacs.
Talked about our past.
I smacked his shoulder for breaking my heart.
More tequila.
I stared at his bulging biceps. Called him a rich brat.
He pulled me in closer and said something in my ear. And then...
Did we go to a chapel after?
Holy Mother of God.
I need to get out of here before he wakes up.
I'm not ready for this conversation.
What if he tells me that this was my idea?
Or worse, what if he admits that this was, in fact, a stupid accident?
This standalone is Olivia and Michael's story! Be prepared for the crazy ride with no cliffhangers and a cute happily ever after!
