บททั้งหมดของ Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

MARLON "I think you better answer that," Brad advised on the second ring echoing mockingly from my cell phone. The small device vibrated on top of the small glass table in the living room of my apartment. On the screen, the photo of my father with his characteristic scowl brought me a bad omen. I considered for a brief second letting the call go to voicemail, but the look my friend was giving me told me that was a terrible idea. Even worse than having married a stranger! Although my friend was right, after all, there was no way to avoid my father long enough until I had a viable plan in my possession to deal with my current situation. Which was using all necessary resources to find: a stranger who was actually my wife and was currently missing, and who possibly wasn't even aware she was officially married to a young, hot multimillionaire like I obviously am. Of course, also the heir to a large entrepreneurial company that manages several other businesses. Yes, I am definitely a

MIRANDAWhy should I be surprised? Seeing the pathetic man blocking my way, stopping me from taking the last box of my few belongings to my car, I couldn't help but feel surprised anyway.Ramone was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a desperate look shining in his eyes. Even though I had arrived about half an hour ago and we had a long, calm conversation - surprisingly on my part - my ex-fiance, who despite having cheated on me WITH MY SISTER, insisted vehemently.Bordering on the absolutely ridiculous, he insisted that we shouldn't break off our engagement because he loved me and couldn't bear to spend the rest of his life without me. He begged on his knees for me not to leave him and to forgive him for his little slip-up. But I paid him no mind, which made him even more desperate. When I politely asked him to leave that house, Ramone had said, "This house is in my name, therefore it is mine." The smug smile he gave right after made me want to kick him into the next l

NESSIE It was amazing how the weather could change from one hour to the next. Not that I am actually amazed, since the weather is unpredictable, but the damn weather lady on the radio I listened to this morning explicitly said that TODAY would be cloudy with no rain. Dead wrong. And I should have realized it the moment I stuck my head out the window and saw that, instead of the forecasted clouds, it was a beautiful sunny morning without a single rain cloud in sight, and the singing birds seemed to be mocking the weather girl. I thought I was lucky that morning. My hair woke up in a good mood - I swear it has a mind of its own - and fell into beautiful, bouncy medium curls instead of the usual frizz that makes me look like I just had a brutal fight with my neighbor's stray cat. My toast didn't burn, and miraculously, my clothes were clean. Not that I am a slob, but my schedule is tight, and lately the laziness bug had bitten me, so I hadn't done my laundry since the weekend and it

MARLONThrough the tinted glass of my office, which allowed only me to see my secretary and her assistant working, while they couldn't see in.There I was, taking advantage of that fact, standing and obsessively watching her like a psychopath studying his next victim. I observed every move she made, like when she answered a call, took a message, or, like right now, when she let her dark hair down only to tie it up again.So natural, completely unaware that I was standing there watching her."How long are you going to stand there drooling on the floor?" an irritated Brad asked.That slacker, who would soon taste my sweet revenge, was sitting in my chair staring at the ceiling.After I dragged him in there, he took my seat when he realized I was more interested in watching the angel work than fighting with him for withholding the information about the lettuce in my teeth."In case you forgot, I have to work," Brad sang out, spinning in the chair to stave off his boredom."And who do you

MIRANDABeing in control was fucking great. That way, I would never have to go through what my dad went through with that damn woman...Everything was settled, right up until the moment that bastard Ramone decided it would be cool to screw my sister.That was not in the plan, and how could I have known if they never showed any feeling other than respect in my presence? We were supposed to get married on Sunday!I thought about all of this as I watched Mr. Bennett disappear down the hallway that led to the vice presidency. He seemed like a nice guy, and the moment I saw him, I deduced he was one of those guys who didn't hook up with employees.His posture when he talked to me in the elevator seemed to scream exactly that. I've noticed those kinds of things since I was little. Because of that unnatural perception for a six-year-old, I was considered a gifted child. Honestly, I wasn't as precise as Andrea, but I didn't miss the mark very often.So what was up with that wink? As soon as