What Happens In Vegas

Four

A/N//:
So because it's my birthday, here's an early update

F O U R

EVANGELINE

I could feel the heat of the sun on my eyelids before I actually lifted them. It took me a few minutes, but I managed to open my eyes and look around the room. Wait. This wasn't my room! Shit, shit shit on a stick! I looked around the white silken sheets around me, my head pounding within the confines of my skull. It wasn't until I tried to sit up I noticed the huge arm that was thrown across my waist.

REALLY BIG SHIT! Oh, fuck!

I followed the arm up to an impressively large (but not too large) bicep, up two broad shoulders and-oh, fuck is this-? I would say 'fuck me' but it looks and feels like he already did. I turned as gently as I could and followed the arm up to the man's face, my breath catching slightly. He's completely gorgeous! His dark hair was sticking out all over the place, and I briefly remember running my hands through it as he pounded into me. His strong jaw laid on the pillow, his face peaceful as can be. Wow. How in the hell did I get a man like this?

I rubbed my face and winced as cool metal touched my cheek. Wait, what? I looked at my hand and gasped loudly, almost screaming. WHAT IS THAT?!?

The man beside me groaned, and his eyes fluttered open. Beckett! His name is Beckett! His blue eyes pierced me and he smiled when he saw me eyeing the ring. "Good morning, Angel." His velvet voice flowed over me and I suddenly remembered every detail of last night into this morning. From the poolside bar, to the chapel, to the bedroom, and as crazy as it was to me, I thought it was beautiful what we shared. "Do you like it now as much as you did last night?"

I turned to him and gave him my best smile that probably looked more like a cringe. "I- uh- it's beautiful." He sat up on his elbow and took my hand, kissing the ring. "Do...do you remember last night?"

"Last night, and all through this morning, yes," he smiled, mischievously and winked, stroking my hand. "You are quite wonderful, my dear. You remember, don't you?"

I nodded. "I remember." I got up and tried best to cover myself with the sheet as I tried to find my clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to get back to my room now, my sister is probably worried sick about me."

"Of course," he got up and I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't help that I was completely mesmerized by him. "Perhaps we should shower first, love?"

"I can shower in my sister's room," I said, turning to look for my clothes. All I found were scraps of lacy white.

"Your dress and undergarments are torn; I'm sorry. Please take a shower and I'll bring you something of mine to wear...please, Angel."

I looked into his pleading eyes, unable to argue with him when he was gazing at me like that. "Alright." Making my way to his luxurious bathroom, I made sure he wasn't following and for my conscious, I locked the door just in case. Would it really be bad if he came in though? I shoved the thought away and cleaned myself, thinking about what my sister's reaction would be. I just got married...in Vegas, and to a complete stranger! Dad's so going to kill me. I dried off and mentally slapped myself; I didn't have clothes! A soft knock sounded at the door and I cringed. Sure, he'd seen me naked, but neither one of us was sober and I prayed to God he didn't remember much.

"Angel, I have some clothes for you," Beckett said. "I won't look, just open the door and take them."

He's being very sweet to me. "Okay." I opened the door just a crack and peeked out to see if he had actually closed his eyes. True to his word, his eyes were tightly shut with his arm stretched out. "Thank you," I whispered, taking the clothes. A t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants and socks. I tied the drawstrings as tight as I could, and rolled up the waist line so that it semi fit, I couldn't do anything about the giant shirt, but the size was almost comforting. I'd missed wearing bagging clothing as Ryan said it looked cheap and uneducated.

Fuck that prick and all my efforts to please him! That was why I was here, right? Granted, I never thought that I'd get married, but this is the first time I've thought about him and not felt a constricting pain in my chest. Maybe it's Vegas...or maybe it's Beckett.

I slipped the socks on and brushed through my hair best as I could with his sturdy comb before exiting. At first, when I didn't see Beckett, I'd assumed he'd left to take care of whatever he was here for, but noise from the kitchen quickly alerted me that he was making breakfast. I glanced down at the stunning ring on my finger that I hadn't taken off. Did I even want to? As crazy as it sounded, I didn't. Even for just a moment, I imagined us having a normal life together. God, I knew this man for a night and here I am imagining a life with him!? What's wrong with me? "I remember you said you liked chocolate chip pancakes," he said, looking over his shoulder to me. "With banana of course," he smiled. How?! "Go ahead and sit down at the island, it's almost done."

Following his request, I sat down in amazement. "How do you remember that about me?"

"I remember everything about last night, Angel," he said, setting the plate of pancakes before me, winking. "What do you remember?"

"I think I remember everything," I answered honestly, tearing into the delicious looking pancakes. "Holy shit," I moaned, "That's fantastic!"

"Yes, I remember you saying that too," he chuckled, sitting next to me with his own plate.

My cheeks flushed and I rolled my eyes. Hot, cocky bastard. "Shut up," I mumbled, taking another bite of the heavenly food. We sat in silence for a while, just eating, and it somehow felt...normal. God, this was so fucking weird! I've known this man for less than 24 hours and I've gotten his life story, I've married him, consummated the marriage, eaten breakfast with him, and it doesn't feel wrong! Why does it not feel wrong?!

"It feels normal for you too, doesn't it?" I looked at Beckett who was staring off into space. "This; everything about us." He looks at me and smiles, "It's almost frightening."

"Almost? It is," I scoffed, pushing around a small portion I had cut out. "What are we going to do about this?"

"About what?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Come on, Beckett. What are we going to do about the marriage?" He chewed and looked off again, thinking for a moment before shrugging.

"Nothing."

A/N//:
Bitch, what?

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