Signed, Sealed,Sinful

as wrong wi

the kind you flip over twelve times a night trying to find one comf

using on the inside of my skull. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. My body felt like it h

sunlight in the morning. M

. And... was that a mirror? I was staring at my own reflection, lying in

started

the room and my breath got stuck in my throat. Floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of turquoise water and white sand. Marble floor

red to myself, which is exactly wha

I noticed my left hand. I lifted it slowly and stared at the ring sitting on my fourth finger. A diam

ce. No. No, no, no. This had to be fake. This h

picked it up with trembling fingers and unfolded it. The

ate of M

s written in sloppy, bar

Williams and

edge of the nightstand and sat down hard o

morn

e a bathroom, leaning against the frame with a cup of coffee in his hand and a pair of grey boxer shorts hanging low on his hips. His

nc

together. The rooftop bar. The dancing. The pizza. The jet. Miami. A chapel on the beach with fairy ligh

joke," I said, holding u

ffee and rubbed his for

ot ma

ears th

ach o

eone else in that cha

't funny,

me down about three levels? My brain

complete, absolute nightmare. I had gotten on a private jet with a stranger, flown

right mind. Th

ength of the enormous bedroom. "How did we g

trying very hard not to look at. "I've been trying to piece it together. From

wha

I dare you to do something crazy,' and

d saying that. I also remembered the word that came after it

ry

l into a hole an

around the room. "I need my phone. I need to

me and I caught a whiff of soap and something deeper, something warm that made my stomach tighten

ed at him. "You or

dsheet." He glanced at the sheet wrapped around me an

on

't w

ow. There is nothing charm

inger. So he had one too. We had actually done this. We had stood in front of someone and

th of which fit perfectly, which was both impressive and irritating. When I came out, Vincent was dressed to

led my lawyer. He's going to start

urse you have a law

wife. It's been a productive twenty-four hours

laughing because I was angry and laughing would

be a week. We were both drunk, so ther

nto a charger he handed me. "Good. That's good. We get the annul

ree

ous penthouse that was bigger than my entire apartment building, a

York leaves in two hou

ut of my face. "Thank you, by the way. For the clothe

ead. "Don't wo

ay you back. I don't

face. Interest, maybe, or respe

I had a husband. A legal, documented, ring-on-my-finger husband. A man I had known for less than twelve

t's shoulder and his jacket draped over me. I sat up fast, embarrassed, and he j

ad told him at some point during our wild night, and we rode through the city in silence. When

pocket and pulled out a small white card. "Here. My details. My lawy

card and lo

Williams. CEO.

e company. Williams Group. The same Williams Group I had just been hi

d up at him. "You

e name. I use it whe

ried to breathe. "You're t

slightly.

ext from Khloe: WHERE ARE YOU? AR

ep back. "I

y? You look like y

ll sign them." I shoved the card into my pocket and turne

o my apartment where Khloe and Maya were standing in

Khloe grabbed my shoulders. "W

s in

oth bl

aya repeat

I pulled the ring out of my pocket where I had slipped it during the

the card from my other hand and read it. Her eyes went wide

ly a whisper. "Xander Will

ow who

shoved her phone in my face. A photo of Vincent... Xander... stared back at me

of the couch. "Lara, yo

kno

n't even kno

kno

ing across her face that I did not trust

billionaire." I sank onto the couch and buried my

S

re I start wor

uth dropped open. The room went so quiet

ered through my finge