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Chapter 2

Oh. This was real. I was married. And not to Selena. I felt light headed. I needed to sit down. 

"I'm just going to, um, get dressed." I didn't even acknowledge her voice with a response, merely sat down, my mouth slightly open. I was married! Holy f*ck!

I swiped my hand over my face, my eyes throbbed lightly from the headache I was harboring. I concentrated on breathing deeply and not passing out- or throwing up. Deja was making rustling noises and I cast her a side-eyed glance, and all I saw was skin. Smooth, creamy, brown skin. I shifted my eyes, and groaned internally, trying not to wake him up. Last thing I needed right now. 

I noticed she was done when she stopped moving and I could feel her staring at me. She sighed and shuffled her feet bringing her closer to me. My eyes gently closed, trying to process why I could sense her movements without looking at her.

"Are you going to say anything?" I looked up at her, but said nothing. 

"I can understand-" This made me snap.

"You understand nothing! I was up on the day of my wedding already married to some women I barely know-"

"How do you think I feel? I wake up naked next to some guy I've known for the same amount of time! I mean, I don't even know if we've had sex-"

I smirked and looked at her. "You would definitely know if I slept with you, sweetheart." Her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes flashed with anger.

"This is not some game!" She muttered through clenched teeth. 

I sighed. "I know, I know, I'm sorry." She sat on the bed next to me.

"What are we going to do?" I looked at her face. Her bottom lip was tucked under her top teeth, and her eyebrows were close in concentration, frustraion.

I blew out a gust of air, facing away from her. "We can't get a divorce." Silence. One minute... Two minutes... I turn my head to her and she's staring at me in shock.

"No divorce?" Her voice was soft, uncertain.

"I promised my great grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother, that whoever I gave that ring to would be my wife for as long as I was alive. My family is from France-wholly Catholic- and we do not believe in divorce.." Her face was stuck in a wide eyed, open mouthed frame.  

"B-But, I believe in love!" She stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and started pacing the room.

"I understand all that-" She cut me off.

"To quote your ealier words- 'no, you do not understand," she said with a hard edge in her voice. She gulped before continuing, her hands moving and flailing in tandem with her words. "I can't be married to you." Ouch. "I want to fall in love, and move in with someone. I want someone handsome-" Damn.- "who wines and dines me, takes me out, takes it slow. We go on picnics, and he proposes in a sweet way before we have the wedding of my dreams! I CAN'T BE MARRIED TO YOU!" Her voise rose exponentially until she was shouting in the air, her hands in her hair. 

"Deja," I said softly, catching her attention. Her eyes, wet with unshed tears, locked with mine. I beckoned her to me. Something somewhere was clicking inside me. I grabbed her hands into mine and pulled her to me. "I'm sorry. We were both to drunk to make rational decisions... But if you let me, I can try to be that guy- the one who wines and dines you..." I continued talking and somewhere my brain was in absolute chaos. What in the world was I thinking? I can't just let this happen. But, I also felt a different driving force. Deja was a beautiful woman, and I could tell from talking to her and from my memories of last night that she was an amazing woman, so much better than Selena... " -just give me 3 months. Move in with me, and if you don't fall in love, or feel like you don't want to continue this," I sighed, "I promise you a divorce."

My eyes were locking into her brown ones. Several emotions flowed behind their depths, mostly fear. What was she afraid of?

"Three months... That's it?" Her eyebrow was raised. I nodded. "Confident, are we?" I smirked. She rolled her eyes. "OK," she said softly.

"Thank you, beautiful." I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her ring. She pulled her hand away, and pushed my shoulder.

"Laying it on a bit thick, don't you think?" She chuckled and I shook my head.

"Of course not." Putting my hand over my heart, I looked up at her. "You are incredibly beautiful, honestly." She blushed, and I smiled a little.

"He's in here..." I heard my brother's voice followed by a click. In walked my brother, and- Selena?!

Selens looked at me on the bed wrapped in a sheet, and then at Deja, her mouth open. She must have caught a glint off the ring, because her eyes shifted down to Deja's left hand.

"Larry, What the f*ck is this?"