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

“I should leave,” he says in a quiet voice.


“There is something I want to talk about… can I call you later?” I ask hesitantly. It's odd talking to him with my eyes still blindfolded.


“Sure,” he says, then I hear the balcony door open and shut.


I pull down his tie from my eyes and the gleaming lights over the city look even more beautiful. I am feeling a strange sense of bliss and still breathing heavily.


How could he walk away? He must be damn good with self-control.


My legs are still jelly, and juices are running down my thighs. I put my head on the wall and try to contemplate. This is unlike me.


After a while, I walk towards the washroom to clean myself up.


And of course Nikkie has to break my spell.


She corners me in the bathroom and Suddenly a dread rises inside me. Did she see me with M?


Chapter 19 Afterglow