Player's Guide To Catfishing (PLAYBOOK #1)

CHAPTER 55: What did happen in Vegas?

ODESSA

The first thing I notice or should I say, feel when I wake up is a tattooed arm over my waist. I want to freak out but I'm in so much physical pain I can't seem to move.

Please don't be naked.

Please don't be naked.

Please do not be naked.

I chant internally as I lift the arm and sheet over me to find myself in black boxer briefs and a vest, I look at my companion again and realize it's a half-naked Liam.

Typical.

I push my body up and I rub the side of my head to rid of the headache but it ends up tangled in my messy bun hair. One tug at the work and I already know Liam tied it up because he is freakishly good at things like this.

"Ow!" I pull and pull trying to set my hand free.

"Vecker?" Liam turns around to reveal a tattooed chest covered with hickeys.

Typical.

I am not surprised because my thighs have some love bites and something tells me, my chest and neck is no different. It's probably the reason he tied my hair up.

"Is everything okay?" His voice is raspy and faded.

"No, I think—" the words run out when I notice a white gold band with diamonds and a huge rock on that special finger.

Shit.

"No! No, no," I'm trying to pull it off but it seems stuck.

"What are you doing?" Liam sits up, "give it here. Let me see," he opens his left hand to reveal a gold band on that special finger too.

Wait, what the fuck?

"No, no, no." I slap my forehead in attempt to remember why we are both wearing very expensive rings on those fingers.

Where did we even get them in the middle of the night?

"Vecker, my head is splitting in half so you have to be—" he's cut off by the show of my left hand. "Well damn, where did you get that?"

"You have one too buddy," I push the covers off my legs and search for my phone.

I don't even know where my friends are right now.

"Sh*t, did we get marr—" I shoot him a look so hard his mouth closes.

"Don't even finish that sentence Liam. I mean it," I warn aggressively.

He might be 21 but I'm still 19. Which means my age still has the word teen in it and even though I'll be 20 in a few months, I am no way ready to be married—especially not to the campus playboy that broke my heart.

I am engaged for fucksake!

"What the hell happened last night?"

I'm moving things around the room in search of my purse. I really hope it's in here because I'm not even in our room, it seems we're in some apartment or is it a penthouse?

Man, my head hurts.

"Vecker," Liam's voice is barely audible. "I was drinking way before you showed so I'm probably more clueless than you."

I tsk and sneer at him because he is being no help right now. We could be married (without a prenup) and his reaction to keep sleeping?

"Great," I move to the bathroom and immediately scream when I find Tommy passed out in the bathtub with a girl.