#c. mack

When Scarlette woke up, her head had been pounding. Glancing over a the quite attractive male who was asleep next to her..she realized why she was naked, had a headache, and she sighed heavily. Getting up slowly, the room spun but she couldn’t stay here all day. Wherever here is, considering it wasn’t exactly the bar they’d been at or anywhere she’s seen before. Leaning down, she grabbed last nights dress and her bra..panties were nowhere to be seen. But..for some reason, Scarlette had the notion they’d been ripped off at some point. The pale brunette moved to pull her clothes on but she got her foot tangled in white lace. Frowning, she leaned down and picked up what appeared to be a wedding veil. “What the hell?” She mumbled to herself and rubbed her eyes. Only to wine as something poked her in it and when she saw a ring on her left hand..she sobered up quickly. “Hey!” She yelled, half dressed and a bti frantic. “Wake up!” She pulled the covers off the males sleeping body, not quite caring if he was being rudely awakened or not. “What the hell happened last night?” Seeing him naked had her smiling at the sight, and for a brief few seconds she wished she could remember.. But when she saw the ring on his hand she glared. “What the fuck? You’re married! Get up you piece of trash!” Momentarily forgetting her own ring entirely she threw his shirt at him. “Where are we?”