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@Cherry_Cola_x [one-shot]

[#184 in short story (last checked)]

Picture this: You are in Rome, sweating, with your luggage all the way in Texas, rather than with you in the cramped taxi.

Your hair is a birdnest, and you have with you only the clothes on your back and the possessions that you have carried onto the airplane.

Did I mention that I was with Alec and this was our honeymoon?

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This is my one-shot for Bad Boy Stole My Bra by Cherry_Cola_x I hope you all like it! :)

(The trailer above is not made by me)

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"It is not the end of the world."

I stopped frantically dialling the airport's number into my phone while picturesque scenery rushed past us in a blur of blue and green. I turned to shoot him a look.

"So you are saying that the fact that our luggage is currently sitting at a baggage claim somewhere in Texas is not bothering you?" My voice turned shrill at the end as I ran a hand in a frazzled motion through my tangled knots of hair that now reassembled a carefully built bird's nest. Due to the lack of air-conditioning in the stifling taxi, droplets of sweat sprouted at my temples, making their way slowly down to my sticky neck.

To put it simply, I was a hot and sweaty mess.

Alec and I were currently seated in a cramped taxi with a taxi driver who appeared to have a serious addiction to eating donuts while driving, and nothing else besides ourselves, a wallet with a few euros, and the clothes on our sweaty backs. Oh, and did I mention that we were in Rome?

"Yeah," Alec just shrugged, his posture relaxed with both hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. Somehow, while I had sweat rings around my armpits, this guy here beside me still manages to look like some Greek god, his hair tastefully messy and his blue eyes twinkling with laughter.

The taxi driver munched on a chocolate-filled donut in the front.

Our honeymoon had just begun and I was already this close to strangling my husband. Despite the current situation, my lips curved up into a giddy smile just at the thought of that word.

Alec Ryder is my husband. Alec Ryder, the bad boy, is my husband. Alec Ryder, the bad boy who stole my bra, is my-

"You done day-dreaming about me yet, shortcake?"

Alec's trademark smirk was plastered all over his smug lips. However, his eyes gave away his true emotions as he stared down at me with the same disbelieving look in his blue eyes, as if he could not believe his luck that we had finally tied the knot. I smirked at the power we woman had over men.