Chapter 1 - Vegas, baby!

Joshua's POV

I rubbed my forehead, grimacing without opening my eyes; it felt like a hammer pounding away inside my skull.

"I won't drink so much again," I mumbled under my breath and pressed my fingers into my temples.

Suddenly, something shifted beside me on the bed. As I felt some weight on my stomach, I instantly opened eyes wide.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in low voice as I saw a blonde woman sleeping beside me. She looked like an angel. Exceptionally beautiful and alluring. Her blonde long hair, pink plump lips and her perfect breasts could drive every man crazy in a second.

As I felt that watching this angel would give me trouble and a pain in my manhood, nothing more, I decided to get up. When I grabbed her wrist to pull her arm carefully without waking her up, I saw a big diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. It was the same ring which I bought to my girlfriend, Rebecca.

"Oh no!" I mumbled in panic and pulled her arm away carefully without waking her up.

As soon as I got up, I started pacing back and forth in the suite while running my hand through my hair nervously.

No, no. It can't be true.

I couldn't marry a random girl who I have met recently.

Damn it!

I can't even remember her name.

No, calm down, Joshua.

It is just a misunderstanding.

Even if she wears this ring, it doesn't mean you married her. Maybe, she just put it on for fun.

Now you have to calm down and remember what happened last night.

"Damn it! I can't remember anything," I mumbled under my breath angrily, clenching my fist. As much as I tried to remember what happened last night, I couldn't remember anything. My mind was still blurry.

Suddenly, she turned around and lied down on her back, sighing. I gulped without managing to take my eyes of her sexy body. The cover was just covering her hips. I grimaced, rubbing my temples as some scene from last night flashed in my mind. Her beautiful long legs were wrapped around my waist tightly while I was taking her against the tiled wall in the bathroom.

Damn it!

How could I cheat on Becca?

Maybe it doesn't mean I cheated. Becca and I had a fight a few days ago and she told me it was over. Despite the fact I gave her some time to calm down before trying to make up with her, I was single when I made lo... had sex with this woman.

Or when I married this woman.

I heaved a loud sigh and decided to go to the bathroom to take a shower.... a cold shower while waiting for this temptress to wake up. When I tiptoed towards the bathroom, I noticed a piece of paper beside the bed on the floor.

I frowned, confused and bent down to take the paper. My eyes widen in shock as I saw that it was a marriage certificate. My last hope vanished as I read my name on it.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath and threw the marriage certificate onto the king size bed angrily without looking at her name. It didn't matter what was her name; I freaking married a stranger. "What will I tell Becca? She will freak out. Even if I buy her all jewelry in all luxurious jewelry shops in New York this time, she will still turn my life into a nightmare. And my parents? Damn it! Damn it!" I swallowed dryly and ran my hands through my hair while my stomach contracted into a tight ball.

I heaved a loud sigh and went to the bathroom. I had to relax and remember what happened last night fully. More importantly, I had to find a way to get rid of this marriage before someone found out about it.

I hope when she wakes up, she will think the same, and we can get rid of this marriage as soon as possible.

As soon as I walked into the shower cabin, I turned on the water and stood under it, closing my eyes. I ran my hand through my wet hair and leaned my hands against the wall while trying to remember what happened last night.

Flashback

I frowned in annoyance and threw my phone onto the bed as I came back to my suit after swimming in the pool. Rebecca had kept posting her photos from different parties since I came to Vegas. I knew what she was trying to do, but she had no idea that I got used to her behaviors. Every time we had a fight, she tried to make me jealous and get attention.

This time she got mad at me because I attended the anniversary party of my family company, 'Wilson&Sullivan' Group which I was the CEO of, without her. Moreover, when Rebecca saw my photos with our business partner's daughter, she freaked out.

I wanted to take Rebecca with me, but my parents didn't want her there. Neither my parents nor my sister, Hazel, liked my girlfriend. My family kept telling me that she wasn't a suitable girl for me, and she was with me because of money and fame. They thought about her like this because Becca enjoyed luxurious life and attention too much.

Rebecca never made up with me without any expensive gifts: luxurious jewels, designer bags, Louboutin shoes and so on. Sometimes I couldn't stop myself from thinking that she purposely found something to fight with me to get different gifts from me. However, I didn't care about her caprices because some expensive gift was enough for her to stop nagging at me and start acting like a geisha.

Actually, I planned this Vegas vacation to propose her here, but my plan changed when Becca got mad at me again after seeing my photos from the party in the magazine at the airport and left me a few minutes before getting on a plane. I got angry at her and decided to come to Vegas without her and rest for a while. Maybe, after this, she would stop acting like a spoiled bitch.

I heaved a loud sigh and went to the bathroom to take a shower before going to a nightclub.

Once I walked into the most popular nightclub in Las Vegas, I directly approached the bar counter to order myself a glass of tequila.

I was sipping my drink while looking around absently when a blonde girl sat on the seat beside me and ordered a glass of Margarita.

"Hi, I am Ce... Rosa," the blonde extended her hand towards me, giving me a mesmerizing smile, full of mischief in her brown eyes.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Joshua," I introduced myself politely and shook her hand.

She grimaced and commented cockily. "No, I will call you Josh. Your name reminds me about the guy who always annoyed me when I was a child."

I chuckled in amusement. "Maybe he had a crush on you."

She burst out laughing. "No, he was just an annoying jerk."

I smirked and asked. "Are you Spanish or Italian?"

"Half Italian."

"Are you here on for vacation?" I asked curiously and took a sip from my drink.

"Yes, I am here to have fun before starting working. I graduated from a university a few days ago," she replied happily.

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you. How about you? Do you study or work?"

"I work. I am here for vacation too," I replied and ordered myself another glass of tequila.

"Great! Then tonight we are having fun together," Rosa commented cheerfully. "Let's get to know each other better."

"Let's do it. Ask me whatever you want to know about me."

"I have a better idea," she said mischievously and winked at me. I gave her a questioning look. "Never have I ever given someone a fake number," Rosa said confidently as she took my tequila. Then she drank it and grimaced, putting the glass on the bar counter.

I smirked arrogantly and ordered to the bartender to serves us twenty glasses of tequila.

"Never have I ever kissed my best friend," I said firmly without drinking.

"Never have I ever drunk-dialed my ex," she commented and rested her hand under her chin.

I grabbed the glass and drank it in a sip. Then I said without grabbing the glass. "Never have I ever had sex on a beach."

She blushed and averted her gaze. Then Rosa ruffled her hair and said. "Never have I ever had a one-night stand." She gave me a sly smirk as I grabbed a glass of tequila and drank it.

"Never have I ever received a lap dance."

Rosa rubbed her chin thinking, and took one of the glasses. "Never have I ever stalked my ex on social media."

I smirked and grabbed another glass of tequila. After finishing drinking, I told her. "Never have I ever dated more than one person at once."

"Never have I ever made out in a public place."

"It seems you try to get me drunk," I commented in amusement and drank my drink.