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 am sitting in my office immersed in my work. My phone pings and I cannot help but check if it’s Sophie. It’s not. Sophie is pissed at me, and she is pissed big time.


I tried to get in touch with her a few times since Saturday morning, and she hasn’t replied yet. 


Me: ‘I had to leave for an emergency. I sent a girl to your room. I hope you met her and didn’t leave in the middle of the night.’


I had called her on Saturday evening, and she didn’t pick up my call. On Sunday afternoon, I sent one more text.


Me: ‘Are you still pissed at me? I am sorry Sophie. I am not lying.’ 


When I read the message again, I grimace. It’s rare for me to apologize. I wish she had appreciated this rare occasion. It was stupid of me to get obsessed with her at first place. I guess it’s high time to back off.


The intercom rings and I hear Emma’s voice, ”Isha is here. I have given her a brief. Do you want to talk to her first?”


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