My Accidental Husband

Chapter 2

ELENA

“Men are scum!” I said for the millionth time since I walked into the club. My head tilted back as I poured down my shot, straight into my lungs.

I wrinkled my face at the burn, but it still wasn’t enough to douse the pain in my heart.

It was as if someone had shoved their hands into my chest and dug their fingernails inside it, squeezing as tight as they could.

Every time tears dotted the corner of my eye, I would angrily wipe them off, refusing to let myself cry, but ever since I got into the club tonight, they’ve been rolling down my cheeks faster than I could stop them, until finally I was full-on sobbing.

“Jason, you utterly stupid piece of worthless trash!” I slurred again, chugging down another shot.

How dare he cheat on me?!

After leaving Jason’s stupid company, ignoring all the looks I got from his nosy co-workers, I took the surprise package into my car, went home, stored it, got dressed, and took the first flight to the Maldives.

I chuckled at myself. I was supposed to be enjoying a trip with my fiancée, playing by the beach or cuddling in our hotel and making sweet love.

But here I was. No fiancée, no future wedding to plan. Just me and my lonesome self getting drunk in the bar.

I vaguely heard the chair next to me scrape across the floor as someone sat down on it. I ignored whoever it was and signaled the bartender to pour me some more alcohol.

“Are you okay?” A smooth, deep voice filled my ears, and I scowled.

“It’s really none of your business.” I shot back.

“You’ve been sitting here for the past two hours, drinking alcohol and occasionally cursing all men whilst sending death glares at your bartender anytime he didn’t refill your glass in seconds. Look, the poor guy is literally scared of you.”

I glanced at the bartender heading my way with a weary look. I frowned. “As I said, it’s none of your f*****g—Oh.”

My words cut off as I looked at him.

Oh. My. God.

My jaw dropped. The man sitting next to me was a f*****g god.

“I can assure you, I’m not.”

Did I say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.”

Shit! I slammed my palm over my mouth. Completely mortified.

I took another glance at the man next to me. No man should be allowed to look that ruggedly handsome.

None! Not with his silky curls that fell into his eyes, or the way those sharp hazel eyes that looked like they had been sprinkled with glass stared at me.

My gaze fell to his lips and his neck, taking in his prominent Adam’s apple. What would it feel like if I kissed—

Absolutely not!

Get your mind out of the gutter, Elena!

Realizing I still hadn’t responded to him, I cleared my throat and tried to look as serious as possible. “I mean, thanks for asking, but I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Your eyes, nose, and ears have gotten red from crying. Wanna talk about it?”

His voice was so compelling, I knew if I didn’t put a stop to it, I would be spewing all my life secrets to him just because he asked.

I sniffed, “No, I’m—”

“Think about it, what’s the worst that could happen? You’re already cursing the universe, anyway.”

I was?

“Well, if you’re offering…” I trailed off, waiting for him to change his mind, but when he didn’t, I continued. “I just got dumped today.”

“Oh.”

“Caught him cheating right before I was about to propose.”

He sucked in a breath. “That’s… bad. Wait, did you just say propose?”

I nodded. “Spent months planning it only to find him kissing his assistant while collecting a hand job.” I cringed at the memory.

He winced, and it was almost as if he had been there to witness it.

I exhaled. “Anytime I think back to it, I want the ground to open up and swallow me. Everyone saw it, and I mean everyone. Guess who’s the hot topic of the company group’s gist?” I chuckled, waving to the bartender again.

“Did you at least knee him in the balls?”

I shook my head, “I should have, shouldn’t I?” I glanced at him, loving the way the bar light made his eyes darken.

“Along with two punches in the face and an uppercut.”

I laughed. “Won’t you ask why he cheated?”

“There’s never a valid reason for cheating.”

I grinned and stretched out my hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Elena.”

He glanced at my hand for a second before wrapping his around it, making mine feel terribly, terribly small, and warm and…safe.

“Lucas.”

I shuddered, pulling my hand from his grip. Lucas and I spoke for a while, and I discovered he was also in the Maldives for a brief vacation.

What were the odds?

Each time, I caught myself stealing glances at him or staring at him for too long. Whenever our eyes met, I’d blush and look away. For someone who just had her heart messily broken, I certainly wasn’t acting like it.

Thankfully, Lucas didn’t call me out on my shameless ogling of him. All that was left was for me to drool to certify my embarrassment.

“Well, Lucas. Thank you for tonight.” I said, ready to make a run for it before I embarrassed myself further. “It was nice talking to you.”

Certainly, after hours of drinking, the only part of my body that worked was just my mouth because the minute I took a step off the barstool, I went tumbling down.

A hand shot out to grab mine, breaking my fall. My body pressed flush against the hardness of his body, while his hand snaked around my waist.

I looked up, peering into Lucas’s beautiful eyes, with my hands on his chest.

He’s completely jacked.

Unable to stop myself, I squeezed around his chest and giggled before realization dawned on me.

I just sexually harassed him.

“Oh, my God!” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay.” He whispered, his voice a lot lower as he leaned down. His fingers brushed against my face as he pushed my hair behind my ears. “I don’t mind.”

“Your ex was dumb. If I had a woman as beautiful as you propose to me, hell, I wouldn’t think twice.”

My heart thumped hard as his thumb brushed against my lower lip.

I stood on my toes, stopping just an inch from our lips meeting. “Really?” I smirked when he hitched a breath. “So, will you marry me then?”