Julian let out a low chuckle. “Something like that.”

“More like a mini playboy mansion.” Derrick chimed in.

His statement sent a pang of jealousy shooting through me. I knew I had no right to feel that way considering this was only the second encounter I’d had with Jamieson, but the idea of half-naked girls running through this house sent ice water coursing through my veins.

“I think its GTA time!” Julian shouted.

“Let’s do it!” Derrick agreed as he grabbed a couple beers from the fridge.

“What the fuck is GTA?” Liv asked the obvious question.

“Grand Theft Auto, baby.” Julian said excitedly.

“You mean the video game?” I asked totally perplexed at the thought these full grown men would be this excited over a video game.

“Not just a video game—the best video game ever made!” Julian replied. The guys must have finally understood that Audrey, Livy and I had no idea what they were talking about. I’m sure our faces gave us away.

“Looks like we have three virgins here,” Derrick sneered and made his way to the living room with his beers.

“Well come on ladies, we are about to show you what the hype is all about,” Julian clamored. Audrey and Olivia followed behind him totally laughing at his boyish excitement.

I stole a look at Jamieson to see if he shared Derrick and Julian’s obvious video game obsession. He gave nothing away. He was softly looking at me with a light smile. I shuddered lightly under his gaze.

“We haven’t finished our tour.” he reminded me, never breaking our connection.

“Sorry. I would love to see the rest of the house.”

Jamieson lead me through the entire downstairs. There were three bedrooms on the first floor. Derrick and Julian lived on the downstairs floor. Each of their large rooms had their own en-suite bathrooms, which put most master bedrooms to shame. There was also an additional full bathroom downstairs and a home gym.

“Wow, I can’t even imagine what you would need an upstairs for.” I said to him as we circled back toward the massive staircase in the front hallway.

“Let me show you.” A smirk spread wide across his lips as he led the way upstairs.

At the top of the beautiful dark wood staircase, I could see inside what I assumed to be Jamieson’s study. There was an enormous wood L-shaped dark desk that held multiple computer screens.

“Your office?” I asked.

“Yes.” He led me inside.

It was exactly how I pictured it to be, sophisticated and intimidating, much like Jamieson himself. I examined the many shelves and framed diplomas on the wall.

“You graduated from the University of Alabama?”

“Rolltide.” he said, grinning at me.

“That’s too bad and here I thought you were damn near perfect.” I kidded.

“That makes two of us. I’m not usually attracted to Big Orange fans.” His confession left me slightly breathless. He was attracted to me. There it was, the confession I could feel deep down in my bones, but the real question was what did he plan on doing about it?

CHAPTER THREE

I squinted my heavy eye-lids half open. I didn’t recognize my surroundings. I willed myself to try to sit up but the minute I tried to move I felt like I was going to puke. Maybe I had already puked, I felt like absolute hell. My head pounded incessantly and all my limbs felt like they were bruised. I knew I was in a bed but the real question was where?

“Good morning, baby.” That voice broke me out of whatever stupor I was in. I snapped my eyes open to see a very naked Jamieson Wellington coming out of the bathroom. I quickly scanned my surroundings. I was not in my hotel room with Audrey and Olivia. No, I was in massive suite which I assumed belonged to none other than Jamieson Fucking Wellington and much to my absolute horror, I was stark naked in his damn bed.

I quickly began wrapping up in the blankets to shield myself from him. I leaned over the bed looking for my dress but it was nowhere in sight.

“Looking for your clothes?” He asked with a mischievous smile that made me want to jump up and slap his face. He strolled over to me, lightly tossing a robe from the bathroom in my direction.

I ducked under the covers and tightened the robe around me. My mind was trying like crazy to remember what the hell happened last night but the last thing I can remember was dancing with Audrey and Olivia. What had I done? Did I just destroy my entire universe in one drunken night?

I snapped. “Jamieson, what in the fuck happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?” He said looking slightly amused which pissed me off even more. I was going to be sick any second and this dip shit wanted to play games with me.

“I wouldn’t ask if I remembered!”

“Look at your left hand maybe it will remind you.” He barked. Why the hell was he getting pissed off? I was the one who just fucking cheated on their fiancé!

I glanced down at my left hand trying to solve the riddle but what I saw there only brought a flood of questions. My simple solitaire diamond ring from Cain had been replaced by three massive round diamonds that were clustered with smaller diamonds all around them. But even more perplexing was there was a second ring that sat beside it. A massive stunner, it too dripping in perfect sparkly diamonds.

“Whose rings are these?” I asked my voice shaking in fear for the answer to come.

“Yours.” Jamieson replied, not looking at me. He was reading a newspaper and drinking coffee at a round table across the room. His nonchalant behavior was getting on my last nerve. He could care less that my life was totally imploding right in front of him.

“Who gave them to me?” I tried again to gain answers.

Jamieson neatly folded his paper and placed it on the table. He then turned and looked at me, examining me for a long while before he simply stated, “I did.”

“But why?” My voice pleaded for him to put me out of my misery and just tell me how bad I royally fucked up.

“Because you’re my wife, Jenna,” he stated coolly and without emotion. I peered down at the rings on my left hand once again. I had hoped they had disappeared and this was all just a figment of my imagination, but no such luck. I closed my eyes willing myself to get control but my body had other ideas. I shot straight out of bed and raced to the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of my stomach in the toilet. Oh God, what the hell have I done?

I don’t know how long I had been locked in the bathroom of Jamieson’s luxury suite. I’m guessing an hour, maybe two. I had nothing more to throw up. I had stopped dry heaving about twenty minutes ago. I drank a few sips of water from the faucet and have yet to puke that up so I’m hoping that means I was getting better. I started thinking about getting up and going out there but I didn't want to face him. I didn't know what to say. Apparently I got married to my ex last night but I have no memory of it. How did this happen? Who has a Bachelorette party and ends up getting married to their ex instead? What am I going to tell Cain? What am I going to tell my family? This could not possibly get any worse.

As I laid on the cool tile floor having my silent freak out, I heard knocking at the door. I waited to hear Jamieson answer but the knocking just continued. I tried to ignore it but then I thought maybe it was Audrey and Olivia coming to find me so I got up.

I dizzily made my way out of the bathroom. I looked around for Jamieson but he wasn’t in the room. I opened the door and a young man in a black suit greeted me. “Hello, Mrs. Wellington, I have come to deliver your dry cleaning.”

The young man handed me a hanger covered in clear plastic which was obviously my dress from last night. “Uh…thank you.” Crap, where is my purse he needs a tip.