The Billionaire's New Wife

"Woah, slow down! Where’s the fire?" The beautiful woman screamed as the olive skin and green eyes man damn near dragged her down the aisle toward the priest who was, shockingly, not dressed like Elvis. "We have to hurry before it's too late!" The man threw over his shoulder. The woman giggled. "Vegas never sleeps. Relax." "How can I relax when I'm about marry a sexy ass woman like you?" He asked and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Damn. I can't wait to fill your p***y up with this hard d**k and lick your p***y until you cum." She bit and licked her lips. "I can't wait to ride your d**k and your face." After that, everything seemed to go by in a flash: saying I do, kissing, rushing off to his hotel room, carrying her over the threshold, stripping down to nothing and f*****g each other's brains out.                                                                                  |The Following Week|                                                                                              Donte "Fuck." Donte groaned and slammed his fist onto his desk. He was still having no luck with tracking down the woman who was now Mrs. Donte Reed. It's been a week since he woke up, alone, in the hotel with no memory of the night before, but with a ring on his left hand that told him that he'd done the cliché move and gotten so drunk that he married a f*****g stranger. What the f**k was wrong with him? It was never like him to do something so f*****g stupid. Just then there was a knock at his office door. "Come in." "Mr. Reed, your brother is here to see you." Anne, his assistant of three years, said as she poked her head into the office. "Send him in, Anne. Thank you." "Yes sir." She said. Not a minute later did Ryan make himself visible. "What up, little brother?" "I'm busy. What do you want?" Donte asked, cutting right to the chase. "Damn. What crawled up your ass and died?" Donte looked up from his computer and looked at his older sibling and sighed. He sat back in his chair and released a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I f****d up, Ryan. Royally." "What'd you do? Get a woman pregnant?" Donte took a breath. "More like married her." "What?!" Ryan hollered. "Lower your damn voice." Donte hissed. "What the f**k possessed you to get married? When did you get married?" Ryan asked with a serious look on his face. "And who the f**k is she?" "I was drunk out of my f*****g mind. About a week ago and I have no idea who she is." Donte groaned as he pushed to his feet and started to pace his office and pull at his hair. What the f**k was he going to do? He needed to find her and divorce her before news of his sudden marriage gets out. "Okay, one: that's not like you at all to get so drunk out of your mind that you do something as f*****g stupid as marry some woman you just met. Two: A f*****g week ago? Why in the hell am I just hearing about this now, Donte? And three: HOW IN THE f**k DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO YOU f*****g MARRIED!?" "Lower your goddamn voice, Ryan, before I f*****g make you. I know I f****d up, okay? I don't know what the f**k happened. One minute we are having drinks at the bar and the next I wake in bed naked, a-f*****g-lone with a f*****g ring on my finger." He groaned, throwing his hands up. "Okay, let’s think for a moment, what do you remember about her?" Donte shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't remember anything from that night clearly. Wait - she had a tattoo of a - a," Donte closed his eyes as he tried to remember the f*****g tattoo she had. "It was a - a f*****g broken black heart with the name Kane in it!" "Okay, so, that narrows it down to...every other woman in the world that doesn't have that tattoo." Ryan groaned. "Is there anything else you remember about her that could help narrow down the search for your new wife?" "Goddamn it, Ryan! What am I going to do? What if she tries to take me for everything?" Donte groaned and punched his office wall. "I won't let some b***h take from me what I spent a good part of my life building." "Calm down little brother. Not all women are out to get you and or your money. There are still those out there who want you for more than that." Ryan said. Donte rolled his eyes. "Yeah, says the man who lucked out and married a saint." "Amaya is no angel, trust me, but she is definitely close." "Whatever." "Why don't you reach out to the hotel you were staying at to see if they will send you the footage?" Ryan asked. "Don't you think I've tried that already? They said it would be a week and a half before they could sort through all the footage from that day and send it to my office." "Okay, then why are you freaking the hell out about finding her when you'll know in just a couple more days?" "It's been too long already. I need to know who the f**k I married." "That's true, but you've always been an inpatient stiff. Always with a stick up your ass." Ryan admitted. "That's probably why this all happened. It was time you stopped acting like some asshole with a broom up his ass and start living a little." Donte glared at his brother. He wanted so bad to punch him in his f*****g smug face, but he didn't. Another time. "Marrying some stranger after one night is not what I would call 'living a little' brother. It's what I call 'completely f*****g stupid and childish'." "You're a lot of things, Donte, but stupid and childish' are not any of them. Maybe a d**k, jerk-off, asshole, bastard, son of a b***h, pompous a-" "Okay, you can shut up now." Ryan smiled. "Look, all I am trying to say is that you made a mistake. A royal colossal mistake, but a mistake, nonetheless. And mistakes can be fixed." "How? Do you know how many women, how many people, vacation in Vegas?" Donte asked his brother. "Even when I get the tapes, do you know how hard it is going to be to find out her name?" "We will worry ourselves about that when the time come." Said Ryan. "f**k. Why can't I remember anything else about her other than a f*****g tattoo and her dark skin?" "Hold the f**k up. Since when do you like dark women? I've known you your entire life and never have I seen you even look at a sister let alone f**k one." Ryan asked, clearly shocked at his brother’s revolution of his new sister-in-law being a sister. "I've always liked black women, but you knew how dad was; the bastard always seemed to say the most racist of things before realizing his mistake, but by then the damages was already done." Donte said as he sat back in his chair. "I wasn't about to bring a girl around him, especially a girl with brown skin." Ryan nodded in agreement. "I'm just glad the bastard wasn't here to see me marry my Amaya. I don't think I would have been able to resist knocking him on his ass for disrespecting my wife." "Yeah - I would have joined you on that one." Ryan sighed. "Come on. I'm taking you to lunch. We can talk about our next course of action." "I think I'm going to just stay here." "Get your mad ass up and come on. You are sitting here and frowning like a girl who lost her favorite pair of earrings isn't going to make the footage get here any faster. So, let's go." Donte groaned and pushed to his feet. "You're lucky I love your wife, or I'd f**k your face up." Ryan snorted. "Yeah and you're lucky you're my little brother or I'd call Mom and tell her how you f****d up and married some woman you only knew for a day." "f**k you." "No, I'd rather f**k my wife." "Shut up and let's go."