Holyyyyyy fuck!

I felt like a bus had ran my head over, at least fifty times and the sunlight coming in from the damn window was making my already aching head scream in frustration. I pulled my arm off Guin, scrubbing a hand over my tired eyes and push the covers back, I slid out of the bed, walking over and shutting the curtains. I plopped down back on the bed, turning and wrapping my arm around Guin. However her normal short curly blonde locks were now dark brown and longer than I had ever seen them. My eyes widened and I sat up, peeking over the naked woman's shoulder. "Holy fuck!" I pulled back fast, not believing that Bianca Castellano was naked in my bed. I glanced down, noticing I was naked too... "Oh fuck!" I said again, my mind finally registering that I wasn't home. I was in a hotel room with Bianca and she was naked... and God she was hot... STOP! I yelled at myself, staring at her. I hated her... and here she was in bed naked with me. Holy fuck!

I pulled my pillow over my head. Someone was cursing up a storm. I didn't recognize the voice, maybe one of Lucas' friends. I didn't even realize I was naked. It was a little drafty, so I reached for the sheet, pulling it up more around me. It was only then that I realized I was naked. I was naked and one of Lucas' friends was over? That wasn't anything like him. He wouldn't bring them in the bedroom. I pulled my head out from the pillow and I almost died. "What the hell are you doing here?" But then I realized, I wasn't at Lucas' house, and Dante Frost was butt naked in bed with me. I sat up more, sitting more against the headboard, pulling the pillow and blankets up against me. "Where are we and what are you doing in bed with me?"

"Excuse me? What am I doing in bed with you? What are you doing in bed with me?" I pulled my boxers on, running my fingers roughly into my hair. "Did you drug me or something because there is no way in hell I'd sleep with you!"

"Drug you!" I pulled the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around my body to look for my clothes. "Oh, let me guess, just because my father is who he is, and everyone thinks he's some drug kingpin mob boss, that I am following in his footsteps and I know how to drug you." I found my panties, spotting my bra across the room. "Well, newsflash: I'm not my father any more than you are yours, dickface!"

"Please, I bet your a real evil bitch just like your daddy! So how'd you know I'd be in Vegas to follow me? This some big plan to ruin my relationship with Guin?" I couldn't remember anything that happened the night before but I could see the room was a lost cause. It'd cost loads to fix all that was broken.

"Seriously? Like I care about you and Miss Gone With the Wind." She was Irish, right? That was what Scarlett O'Hara was, right. I started to pull my panties on, stopping when I felt something on my hand. I looked at my hand, dropping the sheet. "You've got to be kidding me!"

I got my jeans on and glanced back at her. "I didn't say anything to kid you, Barbie Doll." I turned back around, tugging my shirt on over my head and looking for my shoes. I wasn't sure what the hell happened here but I was going to figure it out and tell this bitch to swear on her life she wouldn't tell a soul. I didn't need Guin leaving me over this. Not when I was sure I loved her. Which felt like a foreign concept to me but still.

"Barbie doll?" I grabbed my bra, pulling it on. "I think you got me confused with your bitch Guin." I walked over to him, holding my hand up in front of his face. "What did you do to me?" I asked him, waving my hand there. "First we wake up in bed NAKED together and now THIS?" I practically thrust my hand in his face. "What did you do to me?"

"Huh?" I said, grabbing her hand, looking at her ring. "I didn't buy you that tacky ring. Go find your poor boyfriend. I'm sure he did." I let her hand go and leaned down to look under the bed for my shoes. I didn't find it, however I did find a piece of paper that I pulled out and looked over. My mouth fell open. "Oh, my, fucking God." It was a marriage certificate. With mine and Bianca's name on it...

"Lucas didn't even come--" I stopped when he froze in front of me... "What is your drama?" I walked over to him, pulling the sheet of paper out of his hand, turning it to look at it. "What kind of joke are you playing here?" I asked, looking up at him, glaring at him above the paper.

"Joke??? You think this is a joke???? One I'd play? Seriously? You may not give a shit about your boyfriend but I'd never play a joke like this when I know it would hurt her." I pulled away from her, glaring. "You're a bitch, evil to boot so I can see you fucking over pussy boy for this shit!"

I threw the paper down on the bed, planting my hands on my hips, forgetting altogether that I was standing there in only my bra and panties in front of him. "Excuse me! I love Lucas very much! There's no way I would ever do this to him! You're a dick for thinking I would!"

"Well, you did because I would never sleep with you unless you drugged me!" I caught site of my shoes, walked around her and walked over to them, tugging them on my feet.

"Drugged you?" I gasped, turning to follow him. "I think it's called getting drunk! Because I sure as hell don't remember what happened, and the only way that would happen is if I had gotten drunk. I can't hold my liquor very well..." I shook my head. "Who told you I can't hold my alcohol?" Someone had to have told him for him to be able to get me drunk and do this.

"What? Are you accusing me of getting you drunk?" I snorted. "Again, I would not marry your bony ass! I need to find my damn brother and find a way to fix this HORRIBLE mess you put us in!"

"I didn't put us in ANYTHING, dick!" I started to look for my dress. It had to be around here somewhere. "You're a complete jerk, you know that? I don't know how Fitzpatrick puts up with you!"

"Yeah, yeah..." I grabbed my bag, slammed out the door and slammed it shut behind me. I had to do something tonight. I couldn't go home married to that wench! I tugged my cell phone out, attempting to find my brother.

I slipped my dress up over my thighs and reached behind me before hearing my phone going of. Looking around, I had to figure out where it was. Hopefully it was in my purse, but where that was, I had no idea.