Completely Yours [COMPLETED, 18+]

Prologue

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Before I begin, I just want to say that I don't make a habit of drowning my sorrows in alcohol, getting blackout drunk, sleeping with random strangers, and wasting the night away.

July 24 just happened to be a crappy day for me. My perfect sister, Rosalie, was getting married on the 25th-even though she was six years younger than me. And because my parents are absolutely insane, they were proud of her for making the hasty decision to rush into marriage. She was only 22 years old, but everyone around me was acting like it was perfectly reasonable for her to promise herself to one other person for the rest of her life.

I didn't have anything against Joel, her fiancé, per se, but I didn't see how she could make such a permanent decision at an incredibly young age. When I was 20, I could barely decide what cereal to buy at the supermarket, much less commit myself to the man I was going to be with for the rest of my life.

That being said, I wasn't afraid of commitment. I wanted to be married. I really wanted to be married. But I just hadn't found Mr. Right yet, and it didn't look like I was going to anytime soon.

I didn't understand how it was possible to go through all four years of high school, all four years of college, and six years of my adult life without ever having been in a serious relationship. I mean, I'd had a few one or two month-long flings here and there, but nothing worth counting. Somehow, Rosalie had managed to nab the love of her life in middle school. They met in seventh grade and had been dating ever since.

It was the eve of my little sister's wedding, and I was--surprise, surprise--dateless. I hadn't even bothered to find a plus one for the big day.

So that was why, on July 24th, I was sitting at the hotel bar sipping red wine. After a couple of hours of moping about my love life, the bartender took pity on me and sent me a couple shots of tequila on the house. My head already felt fuzzy from the two full glasses of wine I had consumed, and the tequila brought me over the edge into full-on drunk.

It was probably a bad idea to get wasted the night before my only sister's wedding, but I was okay making friends with regret.

The room was getting warmer, my blood alcohol content was skyrocketing, and I felt 1000 times better than before.

"Another shot!" I grinned, happily lifting my shot glass into the air. What had I been so worried about before?

"What are you celebrating?"

The voice came from a handsome man sitting beside me. I hadn't noticed him before because I'd been too busy wallowing about the wedding. I let my eyes drink in his fitted white button up and black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt had been pushed up to his elbows. I could see thin, green veins pulsing across his forearms. My gaze fell on his ring finger. There was no wedding band.

A lazy grin slipped onto my face as I leaned in towards him. I was very aware that this new position allowed my breasts to almost spill out of my low-cut black cocktail dress, and almost immediately, the man's gaze fell to my chest. I smirked.

Men. So predictable.

"My sister is getting married," I informed the man, crossing one leg over the other. I watched as his dark blue eyes dropped to the hem of my dress which had now crept up a few inches.

After a few seconds, he met my eyes. "Congratulations."

The bartender came back to fill my glass, and I lifted the tiny shot in the air before bringing it to my lips. "Cheers," I said, clinking my glass with the handsome man's as he met it with his poison of choice.

We both downed our respective shots within seconds, and before I knew it, I had slid over a seat to talk to him.

"Do you have anything to celebrate tonight?" I asked, tucking a long strand of blond hair behind my ear.

He leaned toward me, and I could smell the delicious scent of his cologne beckoning me closer. Now that I was close to him, I could appreciate how fit he was. The button up he was wearing fit his form perfectly, almost as though it had been made exactly for him. I briefly wondered if he had a six pack.

"Yeah, meeting you."

If it was anyone else, I'm sure I would've laughed at the corny pickup line, but coming out of his mouth, the words were the hottest things I'd heard all day. And it helped that I was drunk. Really drunk.

My eyes fell to his full, pink lips. They looked so soft. I imagined what it would be like to press mine against his. What would he taste like? What would he feel like under my hands? I felt my cheeks flush as my eyes slipped to his obvious erection.

Looking back up at him, I hopped off the bar stool. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

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