The Rebound

What happened in Vegas

Tiana

My heart is pounding. Oh my god! It’s hot, dirty blonde guy from the bar in Vegas! What is he doing in Beverly Hills?

He was eyeing me up and down with a puzzled look on his face. He stares at me for a good five seconds before he says, “I picked you up from the bar?”

I pick up shock, sarcasm and maybe a hint of disgust in his voice.

“Hey! I looked better in the bar!” I protested. “Besides I just woke up and your guys just kidnapped me as I was about to get my coffee.”

“So you really go out in the streets looking like that?” He says, eyebrows arching.

“Shut up! It was 7 am and I haven’t had my coffee. I didn’t expect to see anyone… especially not you! Not the guy I just had a one night stand with. I really don’t know why I’m here." I was babbling. "Are you going to invite me in or can I just go so I can get my coffee now?” I was starting to get annoyed.

He finally moves aside and lets me in.

Wow! I gasp as I take in the view. As expected, the interiors of this house were modern and sophisticated. It was an elegant mix of wood, marble, glass and some rare stone finishes. The glass walls of the open concept living and dining room blended seamlessly with the outdoor pool area. The house had a panoramic view of the city... and the ocean. It was breathtaking. I could imagine how beautiful and romantic this view would be at night... when you could see the glow from the moon and the stars.

“Nice house." I turn around to look at him. "Verrry nice.” 

Well, well… Mr. Hot Dirty Blonde has exquisite taste. It figures. This place suited a gorgeous guy like him. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a light blue sweater that brought out the blue in his eyes. His dirty blonde hair was a messy pile on the top of his head but it still looked put together… you know what I mean. Anyway, he looked hot. I don’t think it was possible for him not to look hot, anyway.

“Thank you. Take a seat, please.” He casually says, as he gestures me to the grey couch. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Coffee. Two sugars and cream, please.” Thank God he offered. I really needed my coffee now. My head was reeling from all the crying I did yesterday... and now this.

After a few minutes, he places my cup of coffee on the table in front of me. He sits on one of the teal blue arm chairs across from me. He stares intently at me as I take a sip of my coffee. 

Aaahhh... caffeine. 

“So, why did you ask me here?” I ask him, trying to break the tension between us. “It’s the first time I’ve had a one night stand. So I don’t know really know how it works. But I thought we’d never have to see each other again. You know. As they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…”

“Tell me what happened, Ms. Walsh.” He interrupts.

“Tatiana. Please call me, Tatiana. We’ve already had s*x. So I think we can drop the formalities and you can call me by my first name.” I remarked sarcastically. “And I never really got your name, I think.”

“Bryce Andrews.”

I almost choked on my coffee. I set the cup back down on the table and stared at him. “Bryce Andrews? THE Bryce Andrew of Andrews Estates? That Bryce Andrews?”

“Yes. In the flesh.” He smirks.

Finally, I see some emotion from him.  

But wait… Oh God. I f****d THE Bryce Andrews. He was just proclaimed the hottest bachelor in the California. Kylie's going to flip when she finds out.

So that’s why he looked familiar. I’ve seen him in magazines and all. But really, they didn’t do him any justice... at all! He’s waaaay more hotter and more handsome in person.

“So... Tatiana, what happened between us?" He interrupts my thoughts. "Because I honestly cannot remember anything other than waking up in my hotel room and finding a pair of ripped black lace panties on the floor. I assume that it's yours?" He adds, still keeping a poker face.

“Yes, that would be mine." I giggled. "But why it’s broken, is on you.” 

Seeing that he was not amused by my joke... I continue, “Well… let me see… I caught my boyfriend having s*x with someone else in our hotel room. So I went to the bar next door and ordered myself some vodka. Lots of it. I got myself drunk. Then, I remember seeing you smile at me at the bar... And that’s it. The next day, I woke up in your hotel room... naked. And I left… That’s all I can remember.”

“That’s it?” He says.

“That’s it. Why? Am I supposed to remember anything else? And may I ask why THE Bryce Andrews got drunk in Vegas. You know my story... what’s yours?” I was curious, I couldn't help but ask. I mean it is Bryce Andrews that we’re talking about here.

“None of your business.” He says sternly. “But I honestly don’t remember anything either. I just remember going to the bar… and waking up in the hotel room.”

I nod at him before I realized something...

“Hey! Wait a minute… If you don’t remember anything, how do you know my name? And where I live?”

He looks at me straight in the eyes for a few seconds. It was like he was trying to read me. It was giving me the chills, to be honest.

He decides to get up, grabs a piece of paper… and hands it to me.       

Marriage Certificate… blah, blah, blah… join in lawful wedlock Bryce Andrews of Beverly Hills… and Tatiana Walsh of Los Angeles…

Oh my God. My hands are shaking... and my eyes widen in shock. I look up at Bryce. “Is this real?”

He nods at me and says, “I found it in the pocket of my coat. I visited the wedding chapel right before I left Vegas and they verified it. It’s real.”

I gasp and my hand covers my mouth. He then places his mobile phone on the coffee table. I grab it and there it was… a photo of us. We were smiling cheekily at each other, obviously drunk. It was in the chapel and we were with the wedding officiant. Jeez, they should really make you take a breath test before you get married!!! 

I normally stay out of trouble. I liked having a quiet, uneventful and peaceful life. And the only time I do something out of character… I get married? Oh God. If my Dad can get out from his grave, he would probably kill me right now.

Marriage! I mean I always wanted to get married… to Bryan, actually. I wanted to marry someone I loved. Not like this. Not with a complete stranger... no matter how hot he is! And definitely not when I was too drunk to even remember anything! Arrrghhhh, this is all Bryan’s fault!!!! 

“Hey. We’ll fix this.” Bryce quietly says, as he hands me a box of tissue.

I didn’t even notice that tears were falling down my eyes. I look at him pleading... pleading that none of this was true!

“Don’t worry. I’ll have my lawyers draft some divorce papers."

Wow, divorce. I've been married for a day and now we're applying for a divorce.

"But no one can find out about this, okay, Tatiana?” Bryce says.

“Why would I want to tell anyone about this?" I react violently. "I don’t even remember getting married!” 

“Well… I can’t be too sure. I don’t know really know you. And these sort of things just normally happen to me. Sorry, Tatiana… it’s nothing personal.” He explains.

Of course, he’s Bryce Andrews. Girls are probably throwing themselves at him and creating rumors that they’re together or married or something like that.

And here I am, legally married to him… for a few days, that is. What a sick little joke.

Feeling dejected, I tell him. “Don’t worry, Bryce. I don’t want to be married to you. I don’t want your money or anything. I just want to get this over with.”

Because I really do. I get cheated on, get married and will probably get a divorce… all in a span of a week. Way to go, Tatiana Walsh! Your dad would have been so disappointed at you.

We exchanged numbers and agree to meet again once the divorce papers have been drafted.