Oh. My. God. How could I let this happen?
I continue to mentally scold myself as I try to remember exactly what happened last night, but everything is such a blur. The last thing I remember was Alexander winning at bowling and him whispering possessively in my ear that made my knees a little weak and then leaving to go to a club. That’s it.
Hopefully, we just fell asleep in the same bed together. I lift the covers and stare down at my completely naked body. I’m guessing we had some hot, sweaty sex again. But I was too drunk to remember it and too drunk to force my body to listen to my head and not give in and fuck this man again.
Shit.
I grab the blanket with my left hand to pull it back so I can slip out of this bed before he wakes up. A single ray of sunlight cuts through the small opening in the curtain and shines on my hand, causing a brilliant sparkle to catch my attention.
I stare down at my hand and my mouth falls open as I spot a diamond wedding band on my ring finger.
“Holy shit!” I yell.
What in the holy hell is going on? My eyes focus on the ring as I desperately try to remember how this got on my finger last night because it’s definitely not a gag ring judging by the size of this thing. It’s a fucking monster and looks pretty real to me.
Alexander rolls over and rubs his face while he asks in a groggy voice, “What the fuck?”
My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when I notice Alexander’s left hand has a ring on it too. I grab his hand and yank it closer to my face to inspect it. The sound of screams echo around the room, and it takes a second for me to register that it’s me who’s doing it.
“Ah. Shit, Margo. My ears,” Alexander complains.
“Look at this!” I order as I hold his hand up in front of his face so his eyes can focus on the ring on his own hand.
Alexander immediately sits up straight as a board in bed, suddenly wide awake, and his face contorts in disbelief. “What the . . . how . . . YAMADA?!”
The sound of bare feet slapping against the tile floor comes barreling towards us. When the bedroom door flies open, Yamada stands there wearing nothing but a pair of tighty-whities underwear and a black silk robe and a huge smile. “Happy honeymoon, madafakas!”