Page 13 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
But right now, she wasn’t laughing.
“I can’t be married.” I heard her murmur under her breath as she continued to pace around.
It seemed like she was lost in her own world. Like she’d somehow forgotten I was even in the room with her.
She rubbed her fingers on her temples like she was trying to erase a memory.
“Why is this happening to me?” she murmured again.
I wasn’t smirking anymore.
Sure, waking up married to a stranger was irritating. A result of a stupid decision. Something I’d managed to avoid all my adult life no matter how drunk I got.
But the look of panic I saw on this girl’s face right now seemed to suggest it was more than just a nuisance. To her at least. Waking up married was as good as a nightmare.
I clenched my jaws, focusing on her body pacing. I tried not to stare at the way her ass moved in that tight black dress she was wearing. I had a sudden flash of an image of her on the dance floor in that dress. The way she moved her body was the most seductive thing I had ever seen.
Was that the first time I saw her?
It was obvious she cast a spell on me.
I cleared my throat loudly, forcing her to snap out of her daze and look at me again. She looked lost, and I had the feeling of wanting to protect her.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said.
Her nostrils flared and she clutched her neck with one hand.
“Maybe not to you, to me it is. I never wanted to get married,” she replied.
“Neither did I fucking plan on getting married,” I snapped. I noticed the irritable sound in my voice.
Why did I take personal offense that this chick didn’t want to stay married to me? It wasn’t what I wanted either.
She sat down with a thump on the edge of the bed, like she was completely exhausted.
“I just wish this was a dream,” she said with a sigh.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“How? How will you take care of it? What are you, like the king of the world?” she snapped.
Our tensions were running high.
“So I guess we’ve skipped past the honeymoon stage and gone directly to being an old bickering married couple,” I said. That made her smile, but only momentarily. She turned away from me.
It was comical—the way she resolved to sit with her back turned to me.
“When I said I’ll take care of it, I will. Getting our marriage annulled shouldn’t be a problem. I just need to get back to New York and I’ll have the lawyers deal with it.”
She looked over her shoulder at me now. There was curiosity all over her face.
“The lawyers? You say it like you need the services of your lawyers often.”
“Not me personally. We run a family business,” I replied.
Marley ran her fingers through her hair. At least we were talking about something else now.
“What kind of business is it?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure how much I told her the previous night about myself. If I was drunk enough to marry the girl in a shotgun ceremony, what else was I drunk enough to do?
“We’re not really married. I don’t have to tell you everything.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Well clearly, this isn’t the most transparent marriage in history, is it? I don’t think I know anything about you,” she continued.
“It’s probably for the best, right?” I asked.
Marley met my eyes and slowly licked her luscious lips. That was when I remembered kissing her in the dark alleyway at the back of the bar. Her face was lit up by the florescent lights of a sign. That kiss was something else…
“Yeah, probably for the best,” she replied.
The more I stared at her, the more I remembered. Her body underneath me on this bed, her hips rolling when she was on top of me, riding my cock hard, coming on me, making me come. Her tits bouncing over my face, my tongue curling as it sucked on her rosy nipples.
Despite the hangover and everything that was fucked up about this morning, I felt my cock coming alive.
Bad timing.
She was staring at me too. Her face was blank but there was something in her blue eyes. Maybe she was thinking the same thing I was—was the sex worth getting married over?
It was definitely good.
The best lay I ever experienced?
A sharp knock on the door snapped me out of it.
Marley gasped like she was terrified of being found in my room.
It was Brendan.
I’d slipped my jeans on before I answered the door but I blocked him from coming in with my body.
Marley had looked absolutely terrified when he knocked on the door.
“What’s going on? Where have you been?” he asked, trying to peer over my shoulder. He obviously noticed I was shirtless, and I was sure he’d clocked how terrible my eyes must have looked too. But he didn’t comment on it.
