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Chapter 1

A loud ringing sound hit my ears, and I jerked up. I scrambled for my glasses, my hand smacking the sidetable. Sliding my glasses up on my face, I saw- white. A lot of white. I was in a large white room. My nose scrunched up as I surveyed my surroundings. I looked down and saw my lower body covered by (white) sheets, I peeked underneath and saw that I was completely naked. I dropped the the sheets and my mouth opened in horror- what the hell happened? My head was throbbing, and my mouth was dry.

I got out of the bed, wrapped the sheet around my waist, and tried to wrack my brain.

*Flashback*

"I can't believe you're getting married!" My brother, who was completely wasted, draped his arm around my shoulders.

"Get off me, bro!" I shook Laurent's arm off of me. "You need to call Z, and have her come pick you up." Z, short for Zephora, was his wife.

"Nah, man... she'll just make me leave!" He stumbled a little and his words slurred slightly. 

"Exactly! Lau, you are completely drunk-"

"As you should be! Bro, this is your last day being a free man! Come on... I have a private party-" He looked down at his watch, blinked and squinted then gave up. "Whenever, there's a party, and I've got some hot girls-"

"I don't need any 'hot' girls, I promised Selena there wouldn't be any strippers." He had the decency to look a little ashamed.

"Larry, they're not strippers, they're exotic dancers..." I gave him a look that shut him up.

He sighed and looked away, then turned back to me. "What are you doing anyway?"

"I have Selena's key. She's in the same hotel as me, just in a different room. I'm waiting for her to respond to my text," I looked at my phone, "so I can return it." Lau tapped his foot, sighed some more. 

"What does that have to do with us standing at the bar?" I turned on him then.

"Why the f*ck are you asking so many damn questions?" His shocked eyes made me look down.

"I'm sorry bro, I just wanted you to have a nice Bachelor party..." The hurt in his voice pained me.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm being an ass... I'm just, I don't know, nervous about this whole thing..." I looked up at him and ran my hand through my hair. I gave him a hug. "Sorry for being a d*ck..."

"It's alright." He smiled. "It's just cold feet... I got them, too, though clearly not as bad," he chuckled.

I chuckled, too. "Alright, I know what room number she has... just let me go return this key, and when I come back we'll have fun, I promise." He smiled ruefully, before reaching out his hand. I smiled widely, and we did our handshake. 

"Hey, just text me when you come back down, I'm going to wait by the floor until you come back."

"Sure thing." I left the hotel club, the pulsing pop beat lessening in volume as I walked away. 

I looked down at the key number- 314. I walked to the elevator and saw a woman struggling between a suitcase and two carry-ons. I jogged up to her. 

"Here, let me help you.." I said gently, pressing the button to open the elevator and picking up one of her bags. Her face turned up to mine, and I was struck by big, beautiful, brown eyes. Her lips parted into a smile.

"Thank you, kind stranger," she said with a faux accent. The elevator opened, and I followed her in. 

"You're most welcome, stranger." I cracked a smile, and reached out my palm to her. "Larry Bourgeois, at your service." She took my hand in hers- gosh, it was so soft...

"Deja Simmons." She shook my hand briefly before pulling her hand back.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." I realized we were just standing in the elevator, and I quickly shut the door, and pushed the number three. I turned to her in question.

"Same." I nodded. I became focused on the lighted red three as the atmosphere turned a little awkward. I cleared my throat. "So, uh, what brings you to Vegas?"

She turned her head, scrambling for an answer. "Uh, well I, I just needed a break I guess... I just got out of a really bad break up, so my girls convinced me to come out here, you?

"I get married tomorrow... my bachelor party is in progress right now." She looked disppointed.

"Um, congradulations..."

"Thanks..." The atmosphere turned awkward again, and my palms started sweating. Finally, the blessed elevator made a ding alerting us we were on the third floor.

"After you." She walked out, and I followed suit.

"So, um, what's your room number?"

"312, right up here to the left..." I nodded and we arrived to her door. She slid her key in and cranked the handle, opening the door.  She turned to me after she walked in.

"Thanks so much." She took her bag from my arms.

 "No biggie, Ms. Simmions." I gave her a half bow. She giggled and followed with a curtsy.

"Night, Mr.Bourgeois." She gently closed the door. Night, I thought.

I walked to the next door, smiling in anticipation of seeing Selena. A noise stopped me. What was that? A moan? I pressed my head against her door. Rage coursed through me. Was this really f*cking happening? I tried to calm down, maybe it wasn't that. I swiped the card and walked in quietly.

I walked down the small corridor and what I saw caused one tear to fall. 

"SELENA, WHAT THE FUCK?" The bulky man stopped thrusting into my fiancee long enough for her to look at me in surprise.

The pain of the memory pushed me back into the present. Fury licked back at my veins, last night rushing back into my mind. I growled and punched the wall.

"Whoa there, big fella." I swiveled to the sound of the sweet voice. I was hit by big, beautiful, brown eyes.

"Deja? What are you doing in my room?" She was wrapped in a bath towel and dripping on the floor from a shower I hadn't noticed she was in. She blushed and twirled a loc in her hand.

"I'm your wife..." She held out her hand, and sure enough, on her finger was the ring that's been in my family for generations. 

What the f*ck happened last night?!