Carlos POV
Las Vegas
"Phone." a woman's voice complains at the sound of a ringing phone. His phone. His phone is ringing!
Carlos opens his eyes and is welcomed by a woman wrapped around his arms-which isn't his girlfriend because he is not dating one at the moment. He takes a quick glance at the woman's face.
F*** she's pretty but not my type.
Panic starts to kick in his head. He slowly pulls his hands away from her, trying not to completely wake her up. Who is this woman again? His searched his memory for an answer.
Vegas Grand Prix. Wild after party. Quiet bar. Con los años que me quedan. Girl from the quiet bar. Drinks. Fun. Casino. Drive thru wedding.
He looks at his left hand and finds a ring - a wedding band?! He remembers!
The woman's hand reaches for the pillow. And there is the other ring on her ring finger that looks exactly like his!
"F***. I got married in Vegas." he whispers. Now, how to escape?
"Yes you did." says the woman beside him. She opens her eyes only to be welcomed by his face. "Ahhhhh!" she wakes up and they both get up to sit straight which exposes his half naked body. The woman covers herself.
"Ahhhh!" They both shout in extreme shock.
"I got married? We got married?" she asks looking at their fingers with wedding bands.
"Apparently we did!"
"Did we do it?" she demands an answer.
"Did what? The wedding? Yes!" he answers back in complete shock of what they just did.
"No! Did we do it?!"
"What?"
"It! The one married couples do!" she looks so worried and scared. They both take a quick look of their own bodies.
"I don't know. I can't remember that part." he sees her look at his chest.
"Why are you naked?" she checks herself under the sheet. Apparently she's clothed as last night. "Okay. We didn't!" in panic, she does the sign of the Cross. Religiosa.
"I take my shirt off when I sleep." he leaves the bed and searches for his shirt and puts it on.
"Right. I'm gonna make breakfast."
"Wait, where are we again?" he turns himself back.
She pauses and then says "My apartment." she slowly stands up while they awkwardly look at each other.
He slowly examines the room with his eyes moving - a clean and decent apartment it is. It would be nice to live here but he cannot and he should not. He looks at the woman again and he is about to ask the weirdest question of all -
"Do we even remember each other's names?" boy he's relieved she asked first.
"Uhhh... I'm Carlos... if that helps." he looks like a total idiot standing there frozen like a thief caught in the act - but ready to run at any moment.
"Carlos? Carlos what?" she looks at him trying to figure out his next action.
"Carlos Serra... II." he answers as he studies her. And boy her bed hair looks so good like that of a girlfriend's in the morning, her face symmetrical like that of virgin Mary's you see in church, and her eyes... it suits her... blue-grey. His eyes notices her lips - did he kiss her last night?
Hey, she's not your type - he reminds himself as he sees her unique outfit.
She slowly walks towards the bedroom door as if trying to guard it. "Niña. My name is Niña. Niña Angelina Lopez."
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FanfictionRight after the Las Vegas Grand Prix, Carlos spent the night partying his exhaustion away. But in the morning, he woke up next to a woman wearing what seemed to be a wedding ring - which looked exactly the same as what was on his ring finger.
