WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS

THREE

Samantha clasps her hands together. "I am so sorry... I swear I didn't mean to! Oh, God! ...What have I done!" She rubs her hands, frantically together. I am screwed," Her voice shakes in fear. Instead of all these, it would have been better if I ran away. What exactly have I done?

"Are you trying to get out of marrying me?" A voice whispers into Samantha's ear. She hadn't noticed him move, but he was standing too close to her all of a sudden. His lips touched her ear. She held her breath. In her head, she started hearing the danger soundtrack playing again.

"I...I..."

Breath, Samantha, breath. His smell was all over her, it was masculine and strong. Was strong the right word to describe him? No! Not at all. The word she was looking for was...dangerous!

He smelled of danger!

"Whether you like it or not we are getting married today! So stop the theatrics. I haven't got all day to babysit you."

Blink. Eyes open. His voice was harsh and it sent shivers down her spine. She let out the breath she was holding and staggered back, two steps. He turned away without trying to help her. She steadied herself.

"I...I..."

He turns around and grabs her by the hand and pulls her against his side. "What now? You can't even have the decency to look me in the eye when you are talking to me?" he continues, his voice very low, so she is the only one hearing him. "I hope you know who this marriage is benefiting. Snap out of whatever delusion you have, and let's get this over with!"

Let's get this over with. Samantha wasn't sure she just heard him but he was right, wasn't he? He knew who had the upper hand and it wasn't her. She swallowed whatever snarky reply.

"I am sor-"

Dave had already left her side. He was standing in front of her father, who had brought out a handkerchief and was dabbing his soon-to-be son-in-law's tux. Sam watched her father clean the shirt like his life depended on it. She quickly prayed that Dave wouldn't use this as leverage against him.

Then she heard it. Dave was laughing, and the guests were laughing along with him. He had broken the uneasy silence that had ensued after she threw up all over him.

"This is what happens when the bride is too nervous. She throws up all over you"

Samantha nods gently to herself. It looks like her soon-to-be husband was good with the crowd. He just made her look a little good to the press. He might be an arse, but he was also one that knows how to work a crowd.

"While I am in a hurry to get married, I don't want to get married in this tux" He continues.

Samantha heard the smirk and tease in his voice. "Can I get just the jacket changed?" He continues laughing. "You don't want to see me married in this? What will we tell our children when they see the pictures?"

The whole guest burst into another round of laughter. Samantha also laughed when he said children. It was comical. Cat and Nat were standing by her side gently dabbing her face.

"Are you okay?" Nat asked softly.

Sam nodded. Her stomach was tied in a knot and that was because of the tension she felt. She wasn't sick. She just wanted everything to be over.

"You have got to admit. He is finnneeee!" Cat smiled sheepishly.

"Cat- shut up!" Nat mumbled. Her teeth clenched, she was looking at Sam and her heart was breaking.

Cat sighed. "I was trying to break the tension" She rolled her eyes. "Sam looks like death. If the cameras take her picture. She is in trouble"

Nat may not want to admit it but Cat was right. "Sam, you need to smile"