chapter 26

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Chloe opened her eyes and instantly regretted it. The room started to spin. She closed her eyes hoping it would stop, but somehow the room was still spinning. She rolled over in bed, and her arm hit a warm body.

"Ow!"

"Why are you screaming?" Chloe groaned.

"I'm not," Raymond said as he rolled over to face her, "I think the tequila shots you took last night are screaming at you."

"Why did you let me drink so much?" Chloe said.

"Let you," Raymond laughed. "I don't think a man ever 'let's you' do anything."

Chloe started to sit up in bed until she realized she was wearing nothing at all. She squeaked and lay back down again causing her head to feel like it shifted off of her shoulders.

"Oh my – " Chloe said. "Did we . . . I mean . . . have we . . . "

Raymond chuckled, "No, but not from your lack of trying."

"What?" Chloe exclaimed, "I don't believe you."

"I wasn't the one doing tequila shots last night."

"Still," Chloe said. "There's no way I threw myself at you. And there is absolutely no way you turned me down."

"Call me old fashioned," Raymond said, "But I don't normally sleep with women who pass out. Even if it was – "

"I passed out?" Chloe said. "Look, can you turn around? I need to get up."

"Sure," Raymond said as he turned in bed showing her his back.

Chloe took the top sheet and wrapped herself as she stood up. Taking the sheet revealed Raymond's muscular back. Chloe could see why he was an A-list model. She shook her head and walked to the bathroom. As she stood under the showerhead letting the warm water drench her entire body, she tried to remember last night. She remembered seeing Dylan and Oz, hitting up the bar at the casino, and taking shots. Then everything turned into a blur. She finished showering when blasts of memories invaded her head. There were . . . flowers? And why was she picturing a church? No, it was a chapel. It wasn't flowers; it was a bouquet.

Chloe's head snapped up so quickly it caused her head to spin. She pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her hair and threw on the white robe that was hanging on the hook. She stopped and held her head with her left hand trying to keep the room from spinning. Her forehead came into contact with something metal and cool. Chloe slowly lowered her hand from her forehead hoping she was wrong. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the gold band on her left ring finger.

"What the hell is this?" Chloe yelled when she walked out into the bedroom holding up her left hand.

Raymond was sitting up in bed with the pillows behind his head flipping through the television channels. His grin grew wider when he turned to look at her.

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