Chapter 3
I wasn’t sure what woke me up first: the fullness of my bladder, or the weight on my midsection.
Wait! I popped my eyes open and immediately regretted it.
My head pounded like someone bashed me in it, and I felt this weird pressure around me.
Slowly turning my head, I gasped at the arm holding me tightly.
The tattoos that covered said arm looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out how.
When I lifted my hand to wipe my eyes, I screamed at the platinum wedding band on my left hand.
“What the fuck?”
“You too loud, mama.” The sleep-filled voice made my nipples press against my shirt.
At least I still have my shirt on.
I slowly lifted the blanket and saw that we both were fully dressed, so that was a relief.
“I can hear you over there thinking too much. I need at least three more hours of sleep.”
That man was talking about sleeping while I was on the verge of shitting on myself because I was so nervous. His voice sounded just as familiar as his arm looked, but I was too afraid to face him. For some odd reason, the way he held on to me felt—comfortable.
You need to get out of there or at least see who it is.
My inner thoughts were in a tug of war of what my next steps should be.
The loud snores that cut through the silence had my mind racing about what happened the night before.
I remembered my girls and I out drinking and smoking.
I remembered seeing the blog post about Boston Brooks being stood up at the altar.
My friends and I thought it was messed up and that homegirl was crazy for standing him up.
Then, I remembered running into him with his entourage, and somehow, we shared drinks.
“Do you mind if we join you beautiful ladies? We’re just trying to cheer my brother up.” A guy asked as he approached our section. Behind him were three other guys, one of them being Boston Brooks.
Jasmine was the first one to speak up. “Sure, there’s plenty of room and drinks for everyone.”
When I glanced at Boston, he already had his eyes on me.
Heat filled my cheeks as he stared at me.
He didn’t look like he’d just gotten stood up at the altar.
He still had on what I assumed was his suit from the wedding.
The man was fine with dark skin that glistened like he had a good skincare routine.
Carter and Jasmine seemed to be the spokesperson for each group because it was them that made the introductions.
The whole time, Boston kept his eyes trained on me. I had to take deep breaths as I watched him stroll toward me.
“You mind if I sit next to you?” His voice was low, but the impact of it was loud.
“I don’t mind.” I wanted to say something about what happened but didn’t think it was the right time.
After everyone got comfortable, drinks were passed around, and conversation ensued.
Boston spent the whole time talking to me.
Our knees would brush against each other because of how close we were.
I found myself gazing into his eyes and hanging on to every word he said.
Everything after that was a blur. Holy shit!
I slowly turned my head, and my heart fell to my ass. I was in bed with thee Boston Brooks.
Where the hell were my friends? How could they let me leave with a stranger?
A rich, fine as fuck stranger, but still a damn stranger.
My heart raced when I looked at him again.
His eyes were closed, so it gave me a chance to stare at his dark brown skin.
I wondered what kind of skin care routine he had, because his skin was so damn clear and smooth.
The nose ring in his left nostril was sexy to me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the intricate tattoo that covered his neck, and I wondered how far down his chest it went.
I couldn’t tell since he still had his shirt on, but I was able to see the ones that covered both arms. His lips looked kissable, and I wondered if I got the pleasure of feeling them the night before.
It would be a disappointment if I did and couldn’t remember.
Sheesh, how much did I drink and smoke? Thinking about the amount of alcohol I consumed reminded me that I still needed to use the bathroom, but I was afraid to move.
The more I stared at Boston, the more I didn’t want to get up.
I wasn’t sure if I should just try and go to the bathroom so I could slip out of the room, or did I use the bathroom and climb back into bed.
The bed in my room wasn’t bad, but this one was even better.
I probably should stick around and try to talk to him to see how we got here.
I wasn’t sure what to do about this beautiful ass ring on my finger either.
I lifted my hand to look at it again and hoped I wouldn’t have to give it back once he saw that I had it.
I was positive it was an accident that it was on my finger.
When my bladder had enough, I slid out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Boston groaned with his eyes still closed.
“I’m just going to the bathroom.”
His only response was a quick “Mhm,” then snores again.
Once I was out of bed, I realized just how big the room was.
This must be the penthouse suite.
I was tempted to open the curtains, but I didn’t want to interrupt Boston while he slept.
I was surprised he wasn’t as panicked as I was, or maybe he didn’t realize the magnitude of the situation.
I was sure he had to be worried about a stranger being in his bed the morning after being left at the altar.
I really needed him to wake up soon so we could address whatever this was.
I could only hope he remembered more than I did.
No matter how hard I tried to put the puzzle pieces together, I couldn’t figure out how the hell we got here.
I made it to the bathroom and was amazed at how big it was.
There was a tub that was next to the shower.
In my room, the shower and tub were in one.
It had his and her sinks with a beautiful flower bouquet in between them.
Maybe they were supposed to be for his fiancée.
I brushed that thought to the side and used the bathroom.
I found a washcloth, so I washed my face when I was done.
Since this was a fancy ass room, there were a couple of toothbrushes and some mouthwash on the counter, so I used them.
There was no way in hell I would face Boston Brooks with stale breath.
It was bad enough that I had to open my mouth in the first place.
He was half asleep, so hopefully, he didn’t notice.
My hair was a mess, so I used my hands and some water to fix it.
With a messy bun, and looking decent enough, I exited the bathroom.
I wanted to look around the room, but that bed called my name. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, but I definitely needed to lie back down with the way my head felt.
I was surprised to see Boston awake and looking at me when I reentered the room.
“You good?”
Why did his voice have to sound so damn sexual? Those two words were enough to make my juices flow.
The minute my eyes met his, I felt my cheeks warm. This man was so damn fine, even after a night of whatever happened. His eyes were the color of an obsidian stone, and he hadn’t taken them off me. I couldn’t look at him again without blushing.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
Since he was now awake, I figured he would want me out of his room, so I lifted my hand to remove the ring.
“I’m not sure how I got this, but I think this belongs to you,” I said as I pulled the ring off.
“Nah, it’s yours.”
“What do you mean?” I held the ring in my hand, anxious to hear what he had to say next.
I didn’t expect his next words, and my knees damn near gave out when he said, “It’s yours because you are my wife.”