Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Willa
I knocked on the door of Matt’s suite.
“Oh gee. You look like death,” I said, stepping inside.
“Care to explain what the hell happened last night?” Matt said, walking to the bed and climbing in next to James.
“I would love to explain, but I can’t because I have zero memory of anything. All I know is we woke up this morning and discovered we were married.”
“Do you know who that guy is?” James asked.
“Yeah. His name is Damien Blackwood.”
“He’s a billionaire, Willa. You married a billionaire!” Matt said.
“I know that now. But when we met yesterday, he told me he sold private insurance. Listen, we’re getting the marriage annulled as soon as possible. It was a mistake, an accident.”
“Neither one of you remembers a thing?” James asked. “He doesn’t remember?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Our minds are nothing but black holes from last night.”
“It sounds to me that someone drugged you. Could he have?” Matt asked.
“God, no. Damien is freaking the fuck out over this. He keeps ranting about how he’s going to lose his company now.” I waved my hand in the air. “But we did meet some guy at the bar yesterday. We got to talking for a while, and then he bought us a round of drinks.”
“Were you there when the bartender poured the drinks?” James asked.
“No. We were sitting at a table. The man went and got them for us.”
“You were drugged,” Matt said.
“But why would he do that to us?”
“Probably for fun,” James said. “It happens all the time.”
After talking with Matt and James, I went down to the pool and didn’t see Damien anywhere, so I went up to his suite and knocked on the door. Nothing. He wasn’t in there, and I had no way of getting ahold of him.
The day had passed, and still no word from Damien. Matt and James felt a little better and packed for our flight tomorrow morning. I did the same, watched some TV, and then fell asleep.
The following morning, I was woken up by a knock on my room door. I put on my robe, opened it, and found Damien standing there. He pushed past me and stepped inside.
“What time is your flight?” he asked.
“Three hours,” I replied.
“Flight number?” he asked.
“Let me check.” I grabbed my phone and pulled up my ticket. “807.”
“I’m on the same flight.”
“Where were you all day yesterday? I tried to find you. I even went to your suite.”
“I was out and didn’t want to be bothered. I’m going to need your phone number so I can get in touch with you about the annulment.”
“Okay,” I rattled off my number. “Yours?”
“You’ll get it when I text you.” He turned and headed for the door. “I guess I’ll see you on the plane.”
“Yeah. I guess you will.”
He walked out, and I stood there with my hands on my hips as the door slammed shut. As sexy as Damien Blackwood was, he was a total asshole and not marriage material at all. He claimed I wasn’t taking this situation seriously, but I was. Who just marries some stranger in Vegas? Apparently, I did. But I wasn’t surprised by how my life had been going lately.
“Where’s your husband?” Matt nudged my shoulder when we arrived at the airport.
“I don’t know. He’s around here somewhere.” I looked around the airport as we stood in line at security.
Once we made it through, we headed to our gate just as the plane started boarding.
“Oh my God. I told you we were barely going to make it.” I smacked Matt’s arm.
“Ouch, princess. Blame James. He was the one who took too long in the bathroom.”
“Like I can help it,” James said.
Once they called our zone, we scanned our boarding passes and boarded the plane. I stopped when I saw Damien sitting in first class.
“You two go ahead. I’ll meet you back there,” I told Matt, sitting in the empty aisle seat next to Damien.
“Is that your seat?” he asked.
“No. I just thought we should talk for a minute.”
“I’m not in the mood, Willa.” He sighed.
“Listen. I know you don’t think I’m fazed by this whole ordeal, but I am. I want you to know that.”
“Fine. You’re fazed.” He looked down at his phone.
“Excuse me. You’re in my seat,” an older woman with her hair tightly pulled back into a bun stared down at me.
“Oh, sorry. I was just talking to my husband.” I stood up so she could sit.
“You two aren’t sitting together?” the woman asked.
“No. My husband likes to put his wife in economy class while he flies first class.” I smiled, walking to my seat. “Take that, asshole.”
I took my economy aisle seat across from Matt and James and pulled out my phone. I noticed I had a missed call from Ramona and a voice message.
“Hey, Willa. Call me ASAP.”
I glanced at my watch and noticed we still had half an hour before taking off, so I dialed her number.
“Hey, you.” She answered. “Are you home from Vegas?”
“We just boarded the plane. How are you?”
“I’m okay. Have you checked your Instagram lately?”
My belly clenched.
“No. I haven’t had a chance. Why?” I nervously asked, praying that the wedding video wasn’t on there.
“I posted that breakup box you made me, and my followers flipped out. Everyone loves it. Some of my followers commented they were going to contact you.”
“Wow, really? Did you tag me in the photo?” I asked.
“Yes. So, you need to check your DM’s. This could be a great side hustle until you find a new job.”
“Thanks, Ramona. I’ll check my DM’s now.”
“Who was that?” Matt glanced at me from across the aisle.
“Ramona. She told me I need to check my Instagram DMs.” My eyes practically popped out of my head when I saw fifteen messages from people wanting to know where and how they could order their own breakup boxes.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.
I turned my phone around and showed him all the DMs.
“See.” He grinned. “I told you that box would be a hit.”
“I can’t do this, Matt. One box is manageable financially. I can’t make fifteen breakup boxes and send them out. It would cost me a fortune.”
“You have to figure out a way, Willa. This could be life-changing for you. Oh, wait a minute.” He brought his finger to his lips. “You have a billionaire husband. He can fund it.”
“Yeah, right.” I laughed. “He won’t even speak to me.”
“I’m sure if you ask him nicely and offer up some sex, he would do it.” He smirked.
“You’re not funny.” I reached over and smacked his arm. “Besides, I can’t put out any extra money right now. My student loan payment is due next week, and after I pay that, I’ll literally have nothing left in my account.”
“Maybe we can work something out.” He extended his hand, and I reached over and grabbed it.
After some scary turbulence, the plane finally touched down in New York City. I was surprised when we stepped off the plane and saw Damien standing there.
“Matt. James. This is Damien Blackwood. Damien, my cousin Matt and his husband, James.”
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Damien shook their hands. “I need to speak with you before we go our separate ways.”
“We’ll wait for you over there,” Matt said.
“What is it, Damien?” I asked.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be in touch after I hear back from my attorney. Hopefully, he’ll have an answer for me in the morning.”
“Okay. And if he doesn’t?”
“He better. Anyway, you need to take that off.” He pointed to my ring.
“Oh yeah. You’re right. I forgot I was even wearing it.”
“Okay then. I’ll be in touch.” His hand lightly gripped my elbow before walking away.