A/N- Duuudes! Rock on! I haven't been on for…. AGES! EEE!

Anyway, my pretties! Enjoy the story! Some of it is gonna sound a BIT like What happens in Vegas But the storyline of mine is different: Edward is a superstar.

XOX

… Right. Yes, I know what happens in Vegas, (Mention that cheesy movie and I'll kill you.) But… I never thought it would happen to me.

Right, Ok, imagine this: A slim, pretty-ish brunette is sat in a bed, the sheets wrapped round her, and gazing a rock the size of Calcutta on her middle finger.

Right. I'm married. That's OK. I can make it work.

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I CAN'T BLOODY WELL MAKE THIS EFFING WORK! ARGH! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I FRICKIN' WELL MARRIED! HE'S BLOODY DISSAPEARED!

Ahhh! Rant over. Calm, Bella.

Right, number 1, get dressed.

Number 2, find out who the "lucky" guy is.

…Why do I get myself into such messes…?

Did I piss off someone upstairs, is that it?

Something rustled in a door that led of from what seemed like a very luxurious bedroom.

Now, being me, Bella Swan, I was used to random bad things happening to me, such as when I set Rose's goldfishes on fire (Don't even ask.) Or tackled a lamppost, or even tripped up and ended up looking like I was proposing to someone (A/N-This has actually happened to me. OOPS!!) So yes, bad things have happened to me.

But having a rapist/ murderer in what I suspected was the bathroom? Nope, never happened to me.

So, I grabbed the heavy-looking glass vase that was on the bedside table and crept over to the door.

With a deep breath, I flung the door open.

"YOU FREAKING RAPIST! I'LL SHOW YOU! YOU- YOU- RAVING LUNATIC! YOU WONT KILL ME EASILIY YOU-"

I was face to face with Edward Cullen, the sexiest superstar alive, millionaire and player.

And I was completely naked. And possibly married to him.

In that short second I met his confused/ amused gaze as he paused from shaving to grin at me, holding the glass vase above my head.

I actually thought of committing suicide.

His bell-like laugh shattered my uncomfortable silence.

"It's about time you were awake! D'you know you talk in your sleep?"

In response, I grabbed a towel that was hanging on the back of the door wrapped it around me, and held up my middle finger (No, I wasn't swearing at him, just showing him the….Evidence. mwah!)

"Yeah, I know… We'll have to keep It secret until we get a divorce…I phoned my agent… doesn't want anyone to know I got hitched while drunk in Vegas…"

He trailed off, looking at me.

"I think…I'm going to have…an aneurysm." I gasped, this- this- BASTARD!!!

He was so bloody gorgeous! NOOOO!

"Don't you want to get a divorce…?" His smile was angelic now, taunting.

I was completely pissed off by this point.

"YES I WANT A FREAKING DIVORCE YOU MOTHER-" I was cut short from my, ahem, colourful speech by Eduardo himself placing a finger on my lips to shut me up.

I trembled.

"We're going to court in… what? Two weeks." He grinned. "You've only got to stand being my wife for two weeks."

Two weeks. Two Weeks "TWO WEEKS?!" I pulled his finger off my lips "I CANT WAIT TWO WEEKS!"

"Sorry, Mrs Cullen!" His face suddenly became serious." You HAVE to keep it a secret, 'kay?"

His emerald eyes bored into mine.

His beautiful emerald eyes….NO! SNAP OUT OF IT, BELLA! HE'S A BLOODY CELEBRITY! AND A PLAYER!

"Yeeuup." Was the half yes half squeak that came out of my lips. Crap.

"Right!" His hands were on his hips. "We might as well play the happy couple."

That sick-Sick- ARGH!

"Can I tell ONE person? Just one? My buddy Alice won't tell anyone!" I pleaded.

"She was out with me last night- she probable already knows!"

Edward had a look of realization on his face.

"Was she the spiky haired witness at our wedding?" He asked, head cocked to one side "And who was the blonde one…?"

"ROSALIE!" I shrieked. "Please, let me call them, I'll tell them not to tell anyone!"

He considered briefly for a moment.

"Fine.." He grinned, gently sliding past me out the door. "Phone's out in the hall, I have a meeting to go to, I'll call you, I have you're cell number." He grinned mischievously. "You're free to leave when you want."

He left, a heard the door click shut. And I bolted for the phone.

A/N- Didja like it…?Was it Okay? If you want me to continue, I will! Thank you for reading-love you guys!

-Bethy x