She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

When I walked out of the bathroom, I expected a million things.


I expected someone snooping through my stuff, or worse, someone trying to steal my laptop or  wallet.


It was a girl’s voice, So I wonder if is she alone or with someone?


Did she pick the lock, or did I forget to lock my own damn door?


I know it can’t be room service. They wouldn’t complain about being cold or the AC.


Probably just some random drunk. I fucking hope that’s the case. Not someone armed, ready to take me out or shit.


Last thing I imagined was to see a girl’s clothing spread all over my room.


Yea, the girl I fucked… what was her name again? Nancy… Naomi?


Her dress is lying here… but there is one more dress.


I clearly remember I only bought one girl here, not two. And she was wearing only one dress, not two!


Chapter 12 Girl in my bed