A Night in Vegas

Madison’s POV

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Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?,

It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!!

If I can get my sadistic phone and put it on silent, maybe I can get in another thirty minutes of sleep, I contemplated. Deciding to do just that I began to feel around for it…space, space, space, silky sheet, is that a feet?!! My eyes snap shot open, and immediately closed back;uhh, my head hurts… wait, did I just see a feet, curious I slowly peeped through an eye. Why am I staring at a feet?, those can’t be mine right?, I was never good at gymnastics and there’s no way my feet could be that close to my face, not to talk of how big they look right now.

Sitting up in bed- a big, soft, pillowy, silken sheeted bed, I came to certain realizations…

One, my bed is definitely not this big, couldn’t afford it even if I wanted one.

Two, silk sheets? I most definitely wouldn’t use an equivalent to my monthly rent on sheets.

Three, those are definitely not my feet, I can feel mine all the way down there, not to talk of the muscular back and the head full of hair I’m staring at just about now.

What the hell is going on here??!, Did I become a kidnapper over night??! No, there’s no way my 5’3 self would be able to drag not to talk of carry his at least 6’0, muscular self, wow…, those muscles look inviting.

Snap out of it Maddie!!! I began to actively search for my phone while trying not to wake the muscular work of art. Well of course, my phone had to be under the bed. Switching it on, I immediately saw the long list of messages, I have always been on the introverted side which left me having a total of one friend so why did this many people suddenly decide to take an interest in me.

I posted??

I posted!!!

I, Madison Beene, actually posted on my I*******m story, was someone impersonating me, was I dared? The only way to get answers was to go through the posts

Getting up to my feet, I realized I was wearing the long, red dinner dress Harper, my one and only friend persuaded me to buy for my sister’s wedding last year. Well, at least this proves nothing happened between I and the barefooted, muscular stranger.

Locating the bathroom, I dashed towards it, once in, I locked the door and sat at the edge of the incredibly white, gigantic tub that could fit minimum of five people- the stranger must be rich then.

Switching back on my phone, i searched for the first post and clicked on it only to see myself lick the stranger’s face, albeit it looked a little sexy…arrgh, I knew my crazy thoughts would possess me one day, I just never realized it would be this early, I was still three years away from thirty for God’s sake, I can’t believe I actually licked a stranger’s face and posted it for the world to see. Face palming, I moved on to the next, in this post I was in a jewelry store, I could only hope I didn’t rob anybody. The stranger then came into view, it looked like we were drunk, and picking out rings?? We were picking rings, I got him a simple gold band while he got me a round-cut diamond nestled in a platinum band. We both looked excited to be there, he then brought out a black card, I’ve only seen those once before in my life and it was by mistake, he paid. I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding; we did not rob anyone, he paid.

Curious, I looked at my ring finger, lo and behold, there lies the ring. A fiery orb of light caught on the solitaire and its facets flashed like mirrors as I moved my hand. Dumbfounded, I clicked on the next post on my phone, just as I was already starting to piece together we were now at a chapel where we got married and kissed. Only I would get married and not remember anything even the kiss of my dreams which I must say looked so enticing right about now.

Scrolling further through my phone I saw comments and posts I was tagged in;

MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR OFF THE MARKET?

What’d they mean by most eligible, I mean he was handsome but “mostly eligible?”

CEO OF MAVERICK ENTERPRISES TIES THE KNOT.

Of course I couldn’t marry someone a little less influential, I had to marry a celebrity.

PLOY OR TRUE LOVE??!

Who in their right mind would have a wedding with the love of their life in Vegas? Oh My God, I’m going to be dragged so hard I’ll loose all my hair, I lamented, my anxiety was starting to creep in right about now.

BILLIONAIRE’S HEIR SECRET WEDDING?

Could it be called secret though if it was all over the internet?

Scrolling through the comments I could see that the dragging already even started, with the ladies calling me all sort of names, gold digger, slut, dwarf, and apparently it looked like I was going through mid-life crisis. What does it even mean to say someone was going through mid-life crisis? Have I always looked that way? Do I look it now? Probably, cause I was about to start hyperventilating right about now.

Suddenly, I heard foot steps coming towards the bathroom, a soft knock, then a deep, groggy voice, say, “Wife, are you in there?”