Vegas

[Oli's POV]

“Oh my god,” A voice screamed.

It was a girl’s voice, and I knew this voice didn’t sound like Amanda’s.

“Wake up, look what happened!” The voice said throwing a pillow at me.

“What are you talking about?” I said opening my eyes finally. Once my eyes gained focus, I noticed the room. It wasn’t my hotel room.

I continued to scan the room and looked at myself. I wasn’t wearing clothes.

Shit!

I fucked this chick who I don’t even know and I have a fucking girl friend, who I love very dearly.

The girl in questioned screamed again.

“What are you screaming about?” I said looking at her.

“Look at your fucking hand!” She yelled at me.

I looked at my hand. Fucking shit!

Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine what I could get myself in to. I know I’ve had my share of weird occurrences. But genuinely I’ve always tried to do my best.

Aside from supposedly pissing on some chick, which I’m happy to say it’s over and done. I haven’t done anything wrong. I might come off as cocky and egoistical because truthfully I’m pretty shy.

But fuck, I never in my wildest dreams get married to some chick I barely even know.

“Oh my fucking god,” I said.

“Tell me about, you asswhole!” She said with some hick southern accent.