What Happens In Vegas... May Be Gay

Prologue

Mmm a warm comfy bed, room at perfect temperature, a hot man laying next to m-

Wait... What?

I sat up quickly only to wince in pain. Holy fuck why does my ass hurt? Oh my god I'm naked. There's no way in hell I bottomed for that man! I'm not even gay!

My eyes raked over his body in attempt to put a name to him. Muscular, tanned, dark brown hair, a ring on his finger.

Oh.

Fuck.

I just slept with a married man.

"Shit I'm a whore." I whispered in pure horror. How much did I even drink last night? I swear I only had a few beers. Nothing insane, but.... Why I can't I remember anything? The last thing that I can remember is going into the club and ordering a beer, then it all goes blank.

How in the hell did this even happen?! I wouldn't just waltz into bed with a complete stranger! Especially in a place like this do you know how many things get spread here??

I ran my fingers through my dark hair and paled when I felt something cold against my scalp. "Oh no." I whispered and almost screamed when I noticed the golden wedding band on my finger.

I'm not married. I can't be. There's no way.

I almost jumped when I felt the bed move beside me. I glanced over at him and he grumbled in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. Wow. Emerald green. Nice.

Wait. Brain no you aren't gay. Please stop.

"What the-" He cut off as his eyes shot open and gave a once over, before he paled. "Why am I naked?" He asked, a look of confusion and the same horror I experienced were clear on his face.

"How should I know? I'm in the same position you are." I grumbled and looked around the room.

This was not my room. "I-Is this your room?"

"No I don't rent a suite at the Luxor." He said.

Wait if he didn't rent it then who did? This room looks so expensive, I'd have to use all of the money I brought to even get a few nights.

Oh no.

I quickly grabbed what I hoped were my jeans off the floor and pulled out my black leather wallet. "Shit." I cursed when I realized it was completely empty.

I'm so fucked. Literally.

My head hit the pillow below me and I used a stray one to cover my face, already feeling the blush creep onto my cheeks. The blanket may have fallen just a little too low on my bed partner and I glanced over at the wrong time. This is so embarrassing. Kill me now. I'm done with life. This is the worst thing ever.

How could it possibly get any worse?

Actually scratch that I don't want to know how.