"What the hell happened here?" A high-pitched voice of a woman woke Melissa. She slowly sat up on the bed as she held on to the blanket with closed eyes.
"Mom, can you please lower your voice? I'm trying to sleep here," she said, her voice throaty.
"Who is yelling?" a male voice chided in and he slowly rise from the bed as well, eyes squinting from the beams coming in from the windows.
"Aaron?!" It's Clarice now, Aaron's mom, horrified as she burst through the door. "Melissa?!"
Aaron completely opened his eyes and wide-eyed turned to the woman beside her.
"M-Melissa?! What the-"
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Melissa, eyes wide opened. She clutched the blanket even more. "What the hell did you do to me, Aaron?!"
"What do you mean I did? We did!"
She pointed her finger at him.
"Liar!"
"I am not. You even told me I was good!"
Her eyes grew wide and pushed him.
"You son of a b-ch! Get away from me!"
"STTTTOOOOPPPP!" yelled Criselda, Melissa's mom.
Both of them turned to her, and held on to the blanket.
Criselda took a deep breath and blew it out before speaking.
"Clearly, SOMETHING happened, okay? Now that is clear. What we would like to know, Melissa, is WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING A WEDDING RING?"
Melissa looked at her left hand and saw a shiny gold ring on her finger. She screamed.
"Nooo! It can't be! No way!" she panicked. "What did you do, Aaron? Answer me!"
"What?! I can't even remember."
"What do you mean you can't remember? Are you out of your mind?!"
"Well, how about you, Ms. Rodriguez? What do you remember except for me being good?"
"Ugh!" and she hit him on his bare chest.
"Oww! That hurt!"
"Serves you right, playboy! I can't be married to a notorious playboy like you! What will people say about me? That I am a slut?"
"Well..." he said, amused. "You're not so bad yourself for a first timer."
"AARON?!" The two moms raised their voices at him and Melissa glared at him.
"Okay, okay. So how do we fix this?" Aaron asked.
Criselda walked towards the clothes that were scattered on the floor and carefully picked them up one by one. She carried them and dumped them on the bed.
"Why don't you two get dressed first and we'll meet you in the common room," Criselda suggested and walked out of the bedroom.
"Please hurry," Clarice said sternly, giving Aaron the warning look as she followed Criselda. She closed the door behind her.
"I hate you! You took advantage of me," Melissa turned to Aaron as soon as the door closed.
Aaron chuckled. "From what I remember, Melissa, you are the one who wanted all this."
"Liar!"
"Oh really? So how do you explain this?" he said as he took his phone from his bedside table and showed a video of Melissa, arms wrapped around his neck.
"Let's get married, Aaron," she slurred from the video, then she kissed him on the lips, causing the phone to fall on the ground and focused on their feet. "Okay, let me get my phone," Aaron said moments later, then the phone was lifted and turned off.
"I was drunk, okay? Or you probably drugged me," she accused him as she narrowed her eyes.
He smirked and ran his finger on her arm. She shivered with that touch and her eyes fell on his lips.
"You actually drugged me with those innocent kissable lips," he whispered as he drew closer to her. She caught her breath as his lips were about an inch closer to hers. She closed her eyes and his lips touched her mouth slightly. Then, realization came in a blast and she slapped him.
"Whoa! What's that for?!" Aaron shouted as he held his red cheek. Melissa stood up from the bed, pulling the blankets with her and leaving Aaron in his naked self, laughing while still rubbing his hand-marked cheek. She grabbed the clothes that fell on the floor and went straight to the bathroom to get dressed.
"Ugh! I can't believe of all the guys in the universe I would end up giving myself to this playboy Aaron! Stupid, stupid!" she told herself as she tapped her forehead frustratedly.
She put on her clothes, then combed her hair with her fingers. Her body still ached a bit from last night's encounter but she shove it away. She won't let him get to her. She opened the faucet and splashed some water on her face. Then, she took a hand towel, dabbed her face with it and opened the bathroom door.
There he was, Aaron Montgomery, the young CEO of the Montgomery Advertising Company, all dressed up.
She couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself. He was only twenty-five, two years older than her, and had a strong built body, with arms that could carry her small physique. He was tall, too about five feet eight with ocean blue eyes and chestnut brown hair. She hated herself for even checking him out.
His lips curved into a smile as soon as he saw her, as if knowing what she thought of him. Many women had fallen for her charms but not her. So she raised an eyebrow at him.
As much as she wanted to get along with him, she couldn't. There was something about him that just made her blood boil.
They hated each other's guts and had been forced to like each other by their parents because obviously, their moms had been the best of friends since college. For all she knew, they probably loved the idea that they recklessly got married.
But does she really want to stay married to this notorious playboy?
She frowned at the idea. She didn't know that he was observing her the whole time and offered his hand to her.
"You ready, my dear wife?" he asked her, grinning.
Aaron could be as charming as he was if he wanted to and there was a part of her that would love to believe that he meant it. But then, she knew better. So instead of taking his hand, she gave him a sullen glance and walked past him towards the door to the common room. He just laughed behind her.
His laughter made her ears burn. She wanted to wipe off that arrogant smile from his face.
What has she gotten into? This is totally a terrible mistake and she couldn't help but wonder why she asked to marry him in the first place.
She hoped that she would be able to get out of this situation. She planned to convince the two older ladies to agree with her plan. But then, she frowned when she found them having tea, legs crossed on their chairs across each other, as if the marriage was the best decision she and Aaron had made for their lives.