Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Damien
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her stunning figure in her turquoise bikini. Her body was flawless, exactly as I had envisioned. The bikini top elegantly supported her C-cup breasts, creating an alluring cleavage—the things my mouth could do to her body. My cock started to rise, so I rested my hand over it to shield the fact that this woman had me incredibly turned on.
“So, Damien Blackwood. What do you do for work?” she asked.
I didn’t want to be truthful because I didn’t want her seeing dollar signs while we talked.
“I sell private insurance. Nothing glamorous. I push papers and attend boring meetings,” the lie easily rolled off my tongue. “How about you?”
“I’m between jobs at the moment.”
Thank God I didn’t tell her what I really did for a living.
The sun glistened off the pool's surface as I watched her adjust her sunglasses and sip her drink.
“And what is it you’re in between jobs from?” I asked curiously.
“I was a legal secretary. I got fired for making one error. Two years of my life, I gave that damn firm, and they fired me over one mistake. Can you believe that?”
“Did the error cost the firm anything?”
“One of their biggest clients, but that’s not the point.”
I wasn’t about to sit here and argue that her previous firm did right by firing her, so I agreed with her.
“They were wrong. They should have given you a second chance,” I said, sipping my mojito.
“Right? That’s what I said. Anyway, word already got out, and now no law firm in New York City will hire me.”
“You’re from New York City?” My brows furrowed.
“Yeah.” She smiled. “Where are you from?”
Shit.
“Uh, Seattle.”
“I’ve never been. Is it nice? I hear it rains a lot, and people are always depressed.”
“Seattle gets a lot of rain.” I smiled.
“Anyway, on the day I got fired, my boyfriend of two years broke up with me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I lied. Knowing she was single made her all the more attractive.
“I seriously thought he was going to propose to me that night, but instead, he told me that he got a promotion, was moving to Connecticut, and didn’t want me coming with him.”
“Well, he sounds like a loser, and you’re better off without him.”
“Thanks. That’s what I tell myself every day.” She smiled. “Hey, would you like to be drinking buddies for the rest of the day?”
“Yeah. I would like that.” I grinned. With any luck, she’ll be spending the night in my bed.
* * *
Willa
My eyes fluttered open to the aggressive pounding in my head, and I stared at the sliver of sunlight cutting into the room through a gap in the hotel curtains. Groaning, my mouth dry as sandpaper, I slightly shifted, and that’s when I felt it—a warmth against my back and the unmistakable breathing of someone else. I froze, eyes wide open, trying to recall last night and the blur of neon lights that kept flashing in my head.
I slowly turned my head to find Damien lying there, both of us naked under the sheets.
“Oh my God!” I quickly sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest.
Damien stirred and slowly opened his eyes. “Where are we?” he moaned.
“We’re not in my room, so we must be in yours. We slept together?” I stared at him.
“It seems as though we did.” He rolled over and placed his arm over his head.
I sat there, clutching the sheet, trying to remember last night, but it was nothing but a black hole in my mind. I peered over at his nightstand and counted three torn condom wrappers. How could I not remember having sex with him?
I covered my mouth with my left hand and felt the chill of metal against my lips. Confused, I extended my hand and stared at the exquisite, sizable diamond ring with its matching band resting on my finger.
“What the fuck!” I shouted, looking over at the hand that rested on his head, noting the black band with gold trim around it.
“What? What’s wrong?” He rolled over and stared at me. I quickly hid my left hand.
“What exactly happened last night?” I asked.
“I have no idea. I last remember sitting at the bar, talking to this guy, and drinking. Luke was his name, I think. He bought us a round of drinks. After that, I don’t remember anything.”
“Well, you better start thinking really hard, mister!” I flashed my left hand in front of him.
“What the fuck!” He quickly sat up and looked at his left hand.
* * *
Damien
My heart raced out of my chest as I stared at the black wedding band with the gold trim. This was some kind of joke. It had to be.
“Don’t panic. This is a joke,” I said.
“A joke? Are you sure?” Her brows furrowed.
“Yes. I’m positive. I don’t even know you. I don’t do relationships, and I certainly don’t have any intention of ever getting married to anyone. It doesn’t matter how drunk I was. These rings are fake.”
“I don’t know,” she said, examining the beautiful diamond on her finger. “It looks real to me.”
“It’s not.” I climbed out of bed and used the bathroom.
After I was finished, I saw Willa standing in the middle of the bedroom, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
“Uh, Damien. I don’t think this is a joke.” She handed me the paper.
It was a marriage license with both of our names on it. Running my hand down my face, I sat on the edge of the bed and lowered my head.
“I can’t believe this. Someone is playing a joke on us, Willa. There’s no way in hell that I’d?—”
“Marry me?” she asked. “Why? Am I not marriage material?”
I raised my head and stared at her, furrowing my brows. We had just found out we possibly got married last night, and she was offended that I didn’t think she was marriage material.
“That has nothing to do with it. I don’t want marriage, not now, not ever. Fuck!” I stood up and gripped the sides of my head.
“Okay, calm down,” she said.
“Calm down?” I shouted, intensifying the pounding in my head. “Do you know what this will do to my company and career? You don’t have any clue!”
“You sell private insurance, Damien. I’m sure our marriage won’t affect your job.”
“I don’t sell private insurance!” I blurted out.
“But, you told me?—”
“I know what I told you, Willa. I lied! I’m the CEO of Blackwood Holdings in New York City.”
“Oh.” Her brows raised. “Why did you lie?”
“That isn’t important right now. What’s important is that we get dressed, go to this damn chapel, and find out what the hell happened last night.”
“Yeah. We should do that. Really? You’re the CEO of a company?” She cocked her head.
“Ugh.” I rolled my eyes, went into the bathroom, climbed into the shower, placed my hands on the tile, and let the hot water stream down my back.
I could see and hear it clearly: my Uncle Kroy and the board reaching a unanimous decision regarding my future with the company. This would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, but nobody had to find out. We’d get the marriage annulled, and nobody would have been the wiser. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I stared at Willa through the glass door as she stood at the sink, cleansing her face. What sucked was that I had sex with her last night and couldn’t remember a thing. At least I had enough sense to use condoms. I turned the shower off and climbed out, asking her to hand me a towel.
“Can you hand me a towel, please?”
“Sure.” She reached down and took one from the cabinet, staring at my manhood before I had a chance to wrap the towel around my waist.
“Nice package. Too bad I don’t remember it.” She smirked.
Why was she smirking? This situation wasn’t the least bit funny.