Cats In the Cradle

17. Daniel

I woke up in the master bedroom of my work home. I could still feel the effects of the tea pulsing through my veins—and my dick—but I was able to focus a little better. Things didn't seem so hazy now.

...And then everything rapidly came into sharp focus when I realized I wasn't alone.

There was a girl in my bed. And she was staring at me.

That same girl from the ceremony who kind of looked like Sienna.

Only this girl's eyes were bright blue, instead of blue-green. And they didn't look psychotic and horny.

They looked gentle.

And terrified.

And when I turned my head, I suddenly understood why.

There were two men there.

One of the men was Orion.

He was staring longingly at the girl, and he had a giant boner pressing against his slacks.

What the fuck.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?" I asked him, trying to focus on his face and not his massive erection that he wasn't even trying to hide.

His eyes suddenly snapped to me, and his nostrils flared.

"You embarrassed Emma at your wedding by passing out before your first kiss. So we moved you back to your home, waiting for you to wake up and complete your consummation."

Literally none of what he just said made any fucking sense.

No more tea for me, ever.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked him, now extremely annoyed, bordering on angry. The girl next to me cried softly.

"I'm not married. I have no idea who Emma—"

Wait.

The monogrammed towels with the "E."

They couldn't be. She couldn't—

"This here is your wife, Emma. You married her about 30 minutes ago. And you'll bring her great shame if you don't consummate your marriage. Preferably tonight," an older gentleman with dark hair said. He kind of looked like the girl next to me... Emma. Maybe he was her father.

"Uh...I did not get married. I was at my welcoming ceremony—"

"Your wedding." He interrupted.

"I was at my WELCOMING CEREMONY, and people kept handing me glasses of that weird ass tea. And then I had no idea what the fuck was going on. I heard...cheering... but I definitely did not get married." I looked at her again, more closely this time, and suddenly realized she looked really, really fucking young.

And the way her face was scrunched up as she cried told me it probably wasn't due to heavy Botox.

"How old are you?" I asked her, my tone coming out harsher than I intended. She cowered, and her lip trembled. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Emma, how old are you?" I asked in a gentle tone.

She looked up at me tearfully and whispered, "I'm 17, sir."

What the actual fuck.

"Absolutely fucking not." I told Orion, scooting away from her. She looked younger than 17 to me, and it made me even more uncomfortable.

"I know she's a bit old to be married..." The older man with the dark hair said nervously. Orion was glaring furiously at him now.

"What the fuck! Old??? I'm about to turn 23! She's younger than my little sisters! Holy fucking shit, Kayden was right. I am a fucking moron. Clean living and organic food my ass." I sprang out of bed and immediately began searching for my keys.