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 open the door and see Mary standing there. Her expression is shocked. I yelp and slam the door closed.


How the fuck I keep flashing others unnecessarily. I lean my head at the door and say, ”Hey Mary, I will open in a minute.”


“I didn’t know you were expecting someone. Should I come later?” She asks over the door.


Maybe I should grab this opportunity to complain about how much of a pervert her son is. I grab the tshirt again and pull it over. Then I open the door after wearing a pair of pjs.


“I guess I should have waited till morning, but I didn’t know if you would join us tomorrow or not.” She says and I nod.


“I think I will join.” I lead her towards the room and we take a seat at plush sofa.


“How are you doing, Sophia?” She asks softly.


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