O my gawd, my very first Wattpad story. I am working more seriously on another story, but I was bored and wrote this. I edited it myself, and since I'm Dutch, there will probably be several mistakes in it. Sorry for that. I shall stop talking. Enjoy.
The sun was shining on my face and woke me up. I had a splitting headache and the sunlight, being painfully bright, wasn't helping. "Damn you, sun." I muttered. I had a habit of talking to objects when I was alone. Or at least, when I thought I was alone.
"It makes the rock on your finger shine pretty." A familiar male voice said.
I growled, but didn't open my eyes. "Again?"
"Nice to see you too, honey."
I finally opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened last night. It was all a big black hole in my memories. My headache got worse when I tried to remember it, so I looked aside to see the person I had been speaking with. The person I had drunkenly married last night and, based on the fact we were both naked, slept with. Again.
A lot of people go to Vegas. A lot of people get very drunk. And even a lot of people get married to a stranger, but almost no one does that multiple times. And absolutely no one goes to Vegas, gets drunk and marry the same man three times.
Meet Dominic Portman, the man I had now drunkenly married three times. And I didn't remember a single wedding.
The first time it happened, I was celebrating my sisters' bachelorette party. Waking up the next morning with a husband I had never seen before had been really awkward, but the man turned out to be a friendly, rich guy. He payed for the divorce and we both went our separate ways.
The second time, my sister had just divorced and I couldn't think of anything else to cheer her up, promising myself to stay sober. On the evening itself, my sister had ditched me for some random drunk guy and I was bored, so I had one drink, but it turned out to be stronger than I thought it would be. I woke up married to the same man as the previous time. He insisted to pay for the divorce again and I promised myself that that would never happen again.
But here I was, again. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes again. The light really was painful. "We gotta stop meeting like this."
He chuckled. "You're probably right. Need some aspirin?"
I sent him a small smile, my eyes still closed. "You're great."
"Thanks." I felt him getting up and heard him walking away. "You were great last night too, had some practise?" He asked over his shoulder.
I heard him grabbing a glass and filling it with water, before searching through the cabins. "Lots." I answered, knowing very well that he didn't remember anything from last night either.
Dominic came back in the room and I opened my eyes. Then I noticed something. "You had a haircut."
"You have a tattoo." He responded while handing me the aspirin and the water.
"Yeah." was my brilliant answer, before thankfully taking the medicine. I had not so long ago got myself a tattoo on my left inner thigh. My dad had past away two years ago and I finally had had the money to get myself the same tattoo he used to have. It was a little black motorcycle. I didn't like motorcycles, but my dad used to love them and his tattoo. I really missed him.
Dominic had in the meantime walked over to the closet and put on some pants, when he threw some clothes for me on the bed. I vaguely recognised the green lingerie.
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