Vegas, Baby!

3: Blurred Memories.

My head felt like it had been hit with a wrecking ball when I woke up the next morning. I groaned as I sat up, immediately regretting opening my eyes. As I looked around, I noticed that I was definitely not in my hotel room and I could also feel a hand on my upper thigh, so I looked to my right only to find a naked, sleeping man spread out on his stomach next to me. Immediately, I looked down on myself. I was naked too. Again, I looked at the man next to me. He was facing away from me but there was tattoos on his arm that I would've recognised anywhere.

"Holy shit." I whispered to myself when I realised that I had not dreamed leaving with a singer. Since I could hear my phone go off somewhere in the room, I carefully took his arm and placed it on the bed to get up. I felt dizzy and needed a moment to catch my balance. Slowly I walked over to my bag that was laying on the couch in the living area of the suite. Both Carla and Laura had texted me multiple times but my state didn't allow me to look at the screen for longer than a couple of seconds. Benito was still sleeping, so I decided to leave to avoid an awkward conversation. As fast as my hangover let me, I grabbed my dress, shoes, jacket and bag, then I grabbed one of the papers on the desk in the room and wrote a note.

Had a great night, thank you. - Sabrina xo, I wrote down and placed it on the side that I had slept on.

Every single step I took made me feel even more miserable and I was absolutely glad that I made it to the elevator without throwing up. As I was making my way out of the hotel, I looked at the ground, making sure nobody would notice me.

My face lit up when I could see Laura and Carla sitting on a couch in the lobby of our hotel. I dragged myself over to the two girls and plopped onto the couch as well.

"Oh my god! We were worried about you!" Carla said, pulling me into a hug. I held my head because the sudden noise caused a wave of pain to rush through it. Since I had not checked my phone again, I didn't know what time it was.

"We thought you got kidnapped!" Laura told me. I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I literally woke up and came back." I responded, still holding my head.

"Wait, you were with him until now?" Carla asked surprised.

"Yeah." I gave back and let out a sigh.

"How was it?" Lauren immediately wanted to know. I wish I could've remembered but I just didn't.

"I don't know, I have a black out." I responded slowly.

"No way!" she exclaimed a little too loud for my liking. I groaned a little and let my head fall back into my neck.

"Hey, what's that on your finger?" Carla asked, grabbing my left hand. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down as well. How had I not noticed the massive diamond on my left ring finger? I furrowed my eyebrows and shrugged.

"I don't know, looks like a ring." I gave back, taking a closer look at it.

"Did you get married last night?" Laura jokingly asked. A flashback hit me and I did find myself in a chapel but I didn't remember getting married there, just that I entered it.

"I hope not!" I told her.

"I mean, Vegas weddings aren't a big thing. At least not the ones at the casinos." Carla chimed in. I was really hoping that the ring was not real and that I had just gotten it in my drunk state.

In the evening, I was laying at the indoor pool of our hotel, trying to relax, when Laura brushed my knee. I opened one eye to look at her, only to find her pointing at something. Slowly, I turned my head and saw Benito walk straight towards us.

"What is he doing here?" Laura asked me to which I just shrugged. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie and looked just as hungover as I was. When he reached us, I pulled my headphones out of my ears and looked up at him. He had a piece of paper in his hand and I assumed it was the note that I had left.

"Hi, Sabrina." he said with a raspy voice.

"Benito, what are you doing here?" I asked surprised.

"Uh, I need to talk to you." he gave back.

"Did I do something wrong?" I wanted to know, immediately thinking I had unintentionally broken a rule. Benito shook his head and just held the piece of paper towards me.

"What's that?" I asked curiously, taking it off of his hand.

"Read it." he simply said and then sat down on my sun bed. I started reading what the paper said and immediately felt like I needed to throw up.

STATE OF NEVADA

MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

This is to certify that the undersigned, Referent Richard E. Walter, did on the 21st day of the month of January of the year 2024 at Little White Wedding Chapel, Las Vegas, Nevada, join in lawful wedlock Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio of San Juan, Puerto Rico, date of birth March 10th 1994 and Sabrina Cole of Munich, Germany, date of birth July 30th 1996, with their mutual consent, in the presence of Anthony Gonzalez.

My head started spinning hard. This chapel was famous because Elvis Presley himself had gotten married in it. I didn't need to read the rest of the document to knew that we were fucked.

"You can cancel that within 24 hours." Laura said, she had read over it as well. Benito and I both stared at her.

"Then let's not waste any time!" I responded, getting up from the sun bed.

"There's just one problem about this." Benito said, not moving a muscle.

"What problem?" I questioned, panicking.

"I may or may not have posted it on my story last night while I was drunk." he mumbled.

"You did what?" I asked loudly, causing him and myself to flinch at the loudness.

"I deleted the story as soon as I was up but the press has already written articles about it." he told me. Laura stared at us with her mouth open.

"And that means?" I wanted to know.

"That means that to the world we are married. I got all eyes on me now, if we go and cancel it, they're gonna rip both of us to shreds." he explained calmly. I couldn't believe my ears.

"I'm sorry, did I get that right? You'd rather stay married to me than risk having bad publicity?" I questioned in utter disbelief.

"Besides, canceling would be a lot cheaper for you, buddy. A divorce without a prenup would cost you half of your fortune." Laura intervened. Benito glared at her, he knew that she was right but apparently he would rather pay me a couple million dollars than have the press say one bad thing about him.

"I know that but I'm less worried about me, more about you. My fans are... special and I'd bet my life on it that they already found out who you are." he countered.

"And what are we gonna do now?" I asked frustrated and sat back down next to him.

"I talked to my lawyer and he suggested that we wait until I'm out of the spotlight and then we get a divorce." Benito told me calmly. I started shaking my head vehemently.

"Absolutely not! I'm definitely not going to be married to a stranger." I said quickly. All the money I would get from a divorce wasn't important to me, all I wanted was to be single.

"How did you guys get a marriage license for that anyways? Don't you need to be sober for that?" Laura asked a little confused as she read over the certificate again.

"I'm guessing Tony got one for us. He witnessed it and he didn't drink." Benito responded, shrugging. I wanted to cry so badly but pulled myself together. He looked at me from the side and grabbed my left hand that I had balled into a fist on the towel. I was officially married, in less than ten hours the marriage would be registered and my last name would no longer be Cole.