I Woke Up Married To A Stranger Hockey Prince

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ackhammer, every throb keeping time w

ttress beneath a heavy, scorching weight. A man's arm. Thi

oreign to my cramped apartment above the floral shop. I snapped my eyes open. Beyond the ridiculous thread-count of the silk sheets, a floor-to-ceiling window f

ette wheel, the thumping bass of a nightclub, the sharp, fiery burn

d out of the bed. As I reached up to press the heels of my hands agai

d brilliant it made my stomach drop, se

o. Nausea rol

piece of thick parchment bearing the tacky pink logo of a 24-h

d in stark black ink: Garrick

Married to a complete stranger after a tequila bender? The she

nst the tufted headboard. The silk sheets pooled around his waist, exposing a fiercely sculpted

s, and the blood

nyone who had ever glanced at a sports channel or walked past a

highest-paid, most ruthless enforcer in the NHL. They

om of his skate. No shock. No morning-after panic. Just a slow, derisive smirk a

ly rasp, dripping with pure disdain. "You play

, my mind complete

a step back. "Save the innocent act, sweetheart. Spotting me at the club, pouring drinks down my throat, and dragging my blacked-out a

ing a checkbook from the pocket without even looking at me. "Name y

oss the face, quickly spar

f indignation and fear. I clenched my fists at my sides. "I don't e

his pen hoverin

ak through his icy facade. He was assessing me, his gaze sharp and calculating, trying to figure out if my

up. A man who lived his life dodging opportunists

is phone and hit a speed dial. "Marco. It's me. Vegas. We have a situation. Look up the chapel on the

eel microscopic. "My lawyers will be in touc

fused to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I darted into the mass

my spine steel-rod straight as I held on to my last shred of

any door clicke

adrenaline that had kept my spine straight just moments ago evaporated, leaving me hollo

e silver doors slid open. As the car plummeted toward the casi

hts of the Vegas Strip blur past the window. The morning sun was just starting to

nd caught the passing streetlights, mock

d this

ted memories to align. The roulette wheel. The tequila. But between that first burning

arrive on time, and if I had enough coupons to cover my grocery run. Now, I was legally

signature, a quiet annulment, and we'd be s

tight knot of dread formed in my chest. You don't just cross

d in my hand. Was it really going to be that simple? Or had m