I got served a little bit too much...

He stared at her. He knew well an annulment wouldn’t be easy but it could have been possible if they hadn’t consummated it. He walked toward her. “Would you answer a question that mind sound too personal but… I need to know!” he paused thinking of his words clearly. He sighed silently before asking her. “Was this your first time?” he asked since he wouldn’t have liked to ruin that for her and since she felt it way too quickly perhaps she was sore or something. He was hoping for a no, it would calm him down immediately. 

He noticed a condom, he walked pass her and grabbed it. “At least…” he showed it to her to then cross over another complication. “My father is a lawyer or was… I do know it is complicated about it but it’s not impossible. Then again I think divorce would settle in but then again, I need to wait up until he wakes up from his hangover to ask him without having to pay about it, because believe me, money is a problem right now unless you have some” he noticed she was fully dressed at the moment. She looked pretty decent and sexy. No wonder why he ended up marrying her. 

“Did you text your friends or family that you are okay?” he grabbed his jeans and put them on. He noticed his wallet on the night table, he took it and placed it in his back pocket. He turned around to see her. “Shall we, wifey?” he joked around enjoying this a little. His lips formed a half-smile, a crooked one. 

First time... It wasn’t a very clear question. Apparently, she and this Chris had done a great deal last night. He could be talking about any number of things: drinking, taking pills, gambling, getting married, there were so many options. “First time...” she echoed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. She decided to answer them all. “Gambling? Yes. Drinking, yes. Taking recreational drugs? Yes. Getting married? Goodness yes. Sex? No.”

As he showed her the used condom, Kayla was grateful that her drunk self had not been that stupid. Unprotected sex would have been so dangerous for her, given that she didn’t take birth control because her father found out that she gotten a prescription for it and he’d thrown the pills away when she brought them home. He’d insisted that to take such things was against God’s wishes. She whispered, “Thank the heavens...”

His question about her money put worries in her mind. Did he only marry me because he needs money? She pushed the concern away for the moment. She certainly didn’t have enough cash to afford a divorce and she was, by no means, well off, but she did have some monetary assets. “I have what I won at the casinos yesterday...and the money I’ve been saving for the past two years for college.”

“I texted my friends,” Kayla replied, picking up her clutch from the floor and confirmed that everything she was supposed to have in there was still there, including both her actual identification and her fake identification. “Though I suspect the four of them are still asleep.” She chuckled softly, running her fingers through her hair.

“Can I use the restroom?” Kayla asked, heading for the room she’d seen him disappear into earlier. Once there, she took out the Colgate® Wisp and brushed her teeth before she urinated and washed her hands. As she made her way back towards the room where she’d left Chris, Kayla found her panties on the floor in a corner and she slipped them on underneath her skirt.

Noticed her looking at her with an expression that screamed both enjoyment and guilt. He half-smiled at her, his thoughts trying to figure out through the pieces of last night. It was all blurry but he did remember fractions of their actions when they ate his stone bus started to landed and they were already married but then again he slipped a pill in her mouth and one in his. She looked young, beautiful of course but also… there was something that screamed first time for her to him. 

Her questions woke him up from his thoughts, biting the side of his lip softly he frowned a little. “Parts of it” he explained briefly. “The clearest one is you taking some of my pills with me after we got married. We ate cake?” he felt sarcastic and a little bit amused by the thought. He could look at her green eyes, they were scared and also filled with guilt he should remember to be a little less himself with her. “Kayla, everything will be alright. I think we can get an annulment. And it will be like nothing happened” he explained softly. “Would you check yourself, as if we…” he paused. “As if we consummated the marriage because it looks like it, but then again we could have fallen asleep” 

He turned around and walked toward what he thought was the bathroom. He closed the door behind himself. Shit, the thought softly. What happened if it was her first time and he ruined it? He knew well how special it should be for a girl. Specially one that looked like Kayla. He shook his thoughts away and walked to brush his teeth. He hoped she wouldn’t flee away because that would be another case so he hurried up and opened the door hoping to see her there. He noticed his shirt on the floor and grabbed it to put it on without looking if she was there or not. He called her name. “Kayla” hoping to hear her voice. 

Taking some of his pills? Kayla couldn’t process the mere suggestion, though she had no reason to doubt his word. If he said he remembered it, well she didn’t, but she had nothing with which to object to it. She’d never done recreational drugs before. Goodness, she even hesitated to take aspirin for pain and, as a ballerina, she suffered a great deal of pain.

His assurances were well-meant and it was kind of him to try, but Kayla was eighteen, not stupid. Nothing was ever that simple. “Thanks for trying, but there are conditions for annulments,” she learned that from watching the FRIENDS episode wherein Ross and Rachel got drunk in Las Vegas and tried to get an annulment. Oh Heavens, my life is a FRIENDS episode...and not one of the ones that I found most fun. “and I’m pretty sure getting blackout drunk and getting married isn’t one of those acceptable conditions.”

The request he made had Kayla wanting to hide for the rest of her life in embarrassment. Sex was not a topic discussed in the Montgomery household. Her parents hadn’t even allowed her to take Sex Education class in school. Thankfully Lacey and Morgan had taken detailed notes and taught her what they learned after school. Every time someone made a sex joke or talked about something remotely sexual, Kayla blushed and felt like the odd ball out.

It wasn’t like she’d never had sex. She had. Twice. Neither time had anything to do with her or pleasure. It had just been this thing that she did as a favor to the guys. “We,” Kayla’s green eyes flitted away from his face to look over his shoulder. She bore a hole into the wall with her gaze, “did. I can, um, feel it.”

As he disappeared into bathroom, Kayla scrambled to remove the towel and replace it with her blouse. Once more dressed, albeit lacking panties for the moment, Kayla typed up a group message to all four of her friends. ‘Hey sleepyheads, I’m alive. Will tell you all about everything later. Stay safe. XX-Kayla.’

Looking straight up at the girl Chris tried to pin out some of the memories of last night. His father found a drug dealer and got so many pills they went crazy “loco” last night. His eyes were dry and he still felt a little high but his head was pounding softly because of the mixture they did last night to get even more high. When the girl spoke her soft voice made him smile a little at her sudden outburst. “Actually, Kayla… to answer all your questions, I know I am not decent and by the looks of it you neither. And I have no idea where we are, what  hotel is this and what kind of room is this one.” Looking around Chris realized it was actually a fancy room. 

He noticed her back, how soft her delicate skin looked in his eyes. How perfectly the light hit her skin making it look tanned and shiny. He wondered if he treated her well last night. Shaking his head away from her beauty which for a minute mesmerized him, he grabbed his underwear and slid inside of them. He found her phone beside his side of the bed, he grabbed it and walked toward her.

Without touching her he showed her her phone but she kept her eyes closed. Si he walked around her and got in front of her. He noticed she had delicate hands, Chris loved women’s hands he found them attractive. He softly touched the back of her hand with her own phone. “Here’s your phone and I am half-decent now” he chuckled at the last part. Little did he notice that he needed to pee right away and his friend down there was very visible. 

At the mention of her own indecent state, Kayla’s blush deepened. “Yes, I-I am aware of my lack of clothing, thank you for the newsflash.” Without dislodging the sheet that she wore. She slipped her bra on from beneath the white cotton and she stepped into her skirt too.

With that done, Kayla closed her eyes once more to wait until he gave the all-clear to turn around again. When she felt the touch of plastic on the back of her hand, Kayla jumped, not expecting it. Her eyes flew open from panic, only to glimpse the many defined muscles of his chest. Her father’s voice shouted at her in her head about ‘sin’ and ‘propriety,’ but the teenage girl part of her enjoyed the sight for a few seconds before guilt got to her. She raised her eyes to his face and kept them there firmly.

CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT WE DID LAST NIGHT

Chris had been crazy all night with his father. They had promise they would live the moment and not care about whatever happened because after all what happened in Las Vegas stayed in Las Vegas. Why care it wasn’t like he would end up screwing his life more than it was already screwed. And it all started with a few drinks, some pills, some casino, some beautiful girl and rest was probably a dream. 

“No, no, no” he heard very far from him and since Chris was a light head dreamer he woke up immediately to find a half-naked beautiful woman looking at her hand in horror. Trying to focus in whatever hallucination he was having because of the pills he groaned lightly. Reaching for his head a tiny yet hard to miss metallic thing in his ring caught his attention. And when he realized what it was he understood that it was not a dream, it wasn’t a hallucination and also it wasn’t a joke. 

“Oh my god” he whispered as he got up to sit up straight and try to calm down his dizzy head from last night drinks and drugs “Where is my father?” he asked grabbing his phone not caring about the girl in front of him that apparently was having a cardiac arrest after realizing the same thing he realized. But he wasn’t so worried because he was sure they would be able to have an annulment and it would be over. But his father?

Dialing his phone a husky voice in the other side of the line made reassured him. “Hey, dad… are you okay?” he asked. His father answered with a groaning yes and hung up to sleep more. Looking up at the girl he sighed silently. “I’m Chris” before thinking he stood up not caring he was naked or showing the girl his beauty. 

Kayla felt justified in her panic. She searched her mind for any clear memories from last night. She remembered winning big at casino, thank God for their convincing fake identification, and getting the room upgraded too. She remembered playing beer pong, doing shots, and getting ready for the club with Lacey and Morgan. There was a fragment or two of dancing in the club with all four of her friends, hands on her hips, and a congenial bartender. After that, there was nothing. No memory of the rest of the night existed.

The sound of another voice drew her attention from her internal panic to the room she found herself in. “How should I know?” She asked rolling her eyes. Seriously? Who wakes up in bed with a random stranger and asking immediately about their father? It was surprising and a bit off-putting, if she was being honest. 

“I don’t know who you are, much less who your father is.” She cast her green eyes around the room, “What hotel is this? Are we still even on the Strip?”

Seeing him pick up his phone reminded Kayla that she needed to find her own phone…and her clothes, which she once again picked up from the floor. If her friends were awake yet, she had no doubt that they were freaked out she wasn’t in the room. She began to search the floor and furniture for her missing phone and her still missing panties.