Desperate

Chapter 22

I rolled in the bed and smacked into Wes's bare chest. I smiled and opened my eyes to find him still asleep. I rolled to the side and seen on the clock that it was almost noon. Then I started thinking about last night. I don't remember anything after leaving the club. Nothing! Not one single thing! I started freaking out. Could something bad have happened? How do I just not remember? Am I dying?

"Morning pretty lady." Wes said in his rough sexy morning voice.

"Morning." I mumbled still trying I think about last night.

"What's wrong?" He asked cuddling closer to me.

"Do you remember what we did last night?" I asked looking at him.

He thought for a minute then I saw the look on his face that told me he didn't remember either. "I can't remember what we did after we left the club." He admitted honestly.

"Me either!" I said louder than I meant.

"I've never not remembered after drinking." He said in disbelief as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Oh my god! That creep at the bar!" I said connecting the dots.

"What about him?" Wes asked.

"I think he drugged our drinks!" I looked up at Wes seeing anger in his eyes. Then he sat up and sighed. I looked back down at my hands then I saw something else I didn't remember. "Um, Wes?"

"What?" He asked sliding out of bed and pulling on his pants.

"Did we get married last night?" I asked.

He spun around and looked at me like I was nuts. "Why would you ask that?"

I held up my left hand. I was now wearing an expensive looking diamond ring and wedding band on my ring finger. "Why else would I have this?"

He looked at his hands and sure enough on his left ring finger he also had on a wedding band. He just started shaking his head back and fourth. "No, this isn't happening!"

"I mean I love you Wes, but this is too fast." I sighed. "Do you think we actually got married for real?"

"I love you too, and I don't know. Lets go look around. I'm sure if we did then it wasn't far away from here, because we were pretty drunk." He said.

I got up and pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head. Then I pulled on some clean clothes and followed Wes to the elevator. He looked tired still, and confused. I feel bad because if I'd paid better attention I would've noticed that guy drugging the drinks. I feel like such an idiot.

Outside the hotel there was a small chapel that was all white down the street. I looked at Wes and he nodded. We walked into the chapel and were greeted by a short old man and a young girl. She was probably seven if not younger and he was maybe sixty.

"Can we help you?" The man asked politely.

"You're the pretty lady from last night!" The little girl smiled at me.

I looked at Wes and he squeezed my hand in his softly. "Did we get married here last night? We're having some trouble remembering exactly what happened." He asked the older gentleman.

"Let me look in the ledger. What are the names?" He asked typing in the computer.

"Wesley Stromberg and Brianna McLain." Wes said leaning against the front desk.

The man scanned over the screen then nodded. "You sure did. You ordered a photo package too. Here let me get it from the back."

The man left to go get our package and I sighed. "What are we going to do?"

"Baby it's okay." He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. "We'll figure it out."

"Is the marriage even legally binding from here?" I laughed.

He nodded and pointed to the wall. It said that all marriages were legally binding. I shook my head not knowing what to do. I felt like I could throw up because I was so overwhelmed by all of this.

"We can just get a quiet divorce." I said softly.

He looked at me curiously for a minute. "Is that what you want?" He asked.

I thought for a second about what he was actually asking me. He thinks I don't want to be married to him. I mean I love him but I'm not ready to be someone's wife. I'm not even sure I'm wife material. "I think it's what's best." I said honestly.

The man came back and handed Wes an orange envelope and Wes signed a paper. After that Wes led me back out the door we came in. We stopped in front of the hotel and he opened the envelope and pulled out the photos. Even though you could very well tell we were drunk it was the best picture I'd ever seen.

Wes was looking at me the way a man looks at a women he's truly in love with, and I looked at him the way a woman looks at the only man she ever wants to be with. I mean he usually looks at me how I look at cake so in this picture it made me happy to know he loves me. I felt a tear roll out of my eye and looked at Wes.

"Why're you crying?" He asked softly.

"I love you." I said crying still.

"Well I love you too." He laughed.

I hugged him tight and he held me in his arms still not sure why I was crying. Hell I wasn't sure either. "I don't want a divorce." I mumbled.

He pulled back and looked at me. "Brianna I.." I put my hand over his mouth cutting him off.

"I love you so much. If you divorce me it'll be everywhere and one drunken mistake will ruin your career. I can't let that happen, because it'll kill me to know I caused that. So I don't want a divorce, but you don't have to act like we're married if you don't want to." I rambled on. I eventually dropped my hand and waited for him to talk.

"Babe, can I talk now?" He asked.

"Of course." I nodded my head.

Instead of talking though he just crashed his lips onto mine almost knocking me down. I kissed him back and ran my fingers through his hair. Then he pulled back and just stared at me. "And what makes you think I'd want to divorce you anyway?" He smiled and kissed me again.