I woke up in Vegas married to my ex-boyfriend’s hot as hell biker brother. Not that I’m exactly complaining considering I’ve practically been in love with him since forever, but… Record scratch. Wait a second. I bet you’re wondering how the hell a kindergarten teacher got here, right? Well join the (biker) club, because so am I!
She woke up next to me in Vegas with a diamond cuff around her ankle and a matching ring on her finger, and is wondering how the hell she got here. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she only said yes to my proposal because she thought I was my inept kid brother. I didn’t have the guts to tell her that I’ve wanted to know the taste of her skin and the feel of her legs wrapped around my waist from the moment she was first introduced to me as his girlfriend nine years ago.
But I DO have the b*lls to tell her that since she’s now officially been made mine, there’s no way in f*** that I’m letting her go.