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It takes three tries, but I eventually slide my thumb across the bottom, to access my private info. The news alerts I have set up, start popping off like crazy.
“Married in Vegas! EJ Thompson & Brianna – All The Details Here!”
“Just Married – EJ Thompson & Brianna! Exclusive!”
“Eloped! Hear all about the secret romance between Rocker EJ Thompson & Pop Princess Brianna!”
My head is spinning as all my cylinders are starting to fire again, and I’m coming to terms with what the hell I’m reading. There’s no way any of this can be true; right? They wouldn’t marry us. We were drunk. “I don’t feel so great,” she moans, putting her head in the palm of her hand.
Glancing over, I’m blinded by a fucking diamond on her ring finger, along with what appears to be a platinum band that looks suspiciously like a wedding ring. Bringing my left hand in my line of vision, I see a black band on my ring finger, and I know we’ve done something incredibly stupid. Clearing my throat, I turn to face her, making sure I’m covered.
“I hate to break it to you, but I think we got married last night,” I blurt it out, figuring it’s akin to ripping a band-aid off a wound.
“What!” Her voice is equal parts shocked and equal parts questioning. “There’s no way.”
I reach over, grabbing her left hand with my left hand. “See this?”
“Fuck,” the word is little more than a mumble. “My manager is going to kill me.”