The fuck?
I snatch the marriage certificate from under the magnet and place the half gallon of milk back in the fridge.
“What the fuck?”I grumble as I scan the information.“This has to be fake.”There ain’t no fucking way the name I’m reading can be right.
“I know I’m early,” Martina calls out, opening the front door.
I shove the note and the marriage certificate in a drawer and then hurry to close my bedroom door.My stomach hits the floor as I catch a glimpse of the blond in my bed.Ashley’s snuggling up to my pillow as the sunrays light up her sun-kissed skin like an angel.A fallen angel who shouldn’t be in my bed.
Fuck me.This must be some sort of cruel joke.
Any minute now, the guys are going to pop out and yell, got ya for a stupid prank video or some stupid shit like that.
There’s no way I fucked, let alone married, Shelby’s little sister.The same sister I’ve been looking out for after that dirty bitch betrayed me and left me to pick up the jagged pieces of the hearts she broke and the lives she ruined.
“Coffee?”I hold the cup I just poured out to Goose’s mother as she secures my baby brother in his highchair.
“That’s thoughtful.Thank you.Maybe you could give my son some pointers on manners.”She smiles, and I do my best not to make the fact I’m herding her toward the door obvious.
“Thanks for keeping him.”
“I enjoy it, and you pay good.It’s not like Goose is going to give me any grandkids anytime soon.Is he seeing anyone?”
“You know Goose.”
“Right,” she mutters.“I’ll be back after I run some errands.”
“Take the day off.I need to spend some time with the little guy anyway.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”I just need her gone so I can figure out what the fuck is happening.
“I’ll see you boys tomorrow morning then.Oh...”she stops short of leaving.“Did Ashley enjoy her prom?”
Her question has me wanting to vomit.
I’m going to prison.
Not really, but if I did what I think I did, then that is where I belong.I’ve always been a fucking criminal, but this…claiming an eighteen-year-old as my bride is a new level of fucked up.Even for me.
“I wouldn’t know.”I can’t remember a damn thing about last night or why Ashley is in my bed.Flashes of kissing Ashley on the beach penetrate my thoughts.Her bare shoulders.My lips were on her neck.I can smell her sweet scent as I inhale.
Fuck me.
Goddamn.
I shake my head, trying to make the memory disappear as quickly as it came on, wishing I could go back to forgetting.
“What better revenge on my sister for whatever it is she’s done than to be with me?To claim her sister… to make me yours.Take everything from her like she has you.”
“You’d really marry me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
The night before hits me like a punch to the gut.Martina shoots me a weird look, raising a brow as she finally leaves.The door closes, and Ash bangs his fists on his tray, wanting his breakfast.
I should have asked her to take him back with her.
