Jude slowly opened her eyes and groggily looked around her. A black mini fridge and bar were set one corner of the room, and a spacious jacuzzi was in another corner. She began to sit up but jumped when she felt a warm body press against her. "What the hell!" she screamed as she hit the unidentified person laying next to her.

A low groan was emitted from the half-naked body as he sat up. "What are you tr-, Jude?" Tommy asked in disbelief as he bolted out of the bed, clad in only boxers.

"Oh my God. Tommy?"

"What were you doing in my bed?" Tommy asked, as his eyes roamed across her naked body.

"Tha'ts what I was about to ask you," she said, finally realizing she wasn't wearing any clothes. She quickly pulled a sheet off the bed and wrapped it tightly around her small frame.

Tommy walked into the bathroom and spalshed his face with cold water, trying to put two and two together. He glanced in the mirror and caught the sight of a silver band on his ring finger. "Uh Jude? Could you look at your hands for me?"

A few minutes later, Tommy was answered with a shrill scream. "Oh this is not good," he groaned. "Jude, are you okay out there?"

"Okay?" She stormed into the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe. "Am I okay? Does it look like I'm okay? I wake up, naked, in bed with my producer, a headache the size of Canada, and a fricken ring on my finger!"

"Okay, I'll take that as a no then."

"What the hell happened last night?" she demanded.

"You think I remember? I was probably as drunk as you were."

"This can't get any worse!" she screamed as the phone rang.

"Yeah, not so sure about that," he said as Jude glared at him before she picked the phone up.

"I don't know what happened!" she yelled into the phone. "You're kidding? It's in the tabloids? Shit."

"Who was that?" Tommy asked as she turned her phone off."

"Darius. He wanted to thank us for our little publicity stunt."

Tommy sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't remember anything from last night, but I don't think we need a scholar to figure it out."

Jude looked at the large ring on her finger. "So, we're married then," she stated softly.

"Yeah, but considering the state we woke up in, I'm doubting that that's not the only thing that happened."

Jude closed her eyes tightly. She had wanted Tommy since she was fifteen, and now when they finally made love, she didn't even remember it. "This is so fucked up Quincy. This is all your fault ya know!"

"Whoa, this is all my fault? How?"

"You're the one who had the great idea of driving to Vegas...on your motorcycle!"

"Hey, you were stupid enough to take me up on it!"
Jude walked over and hit him in the arm.

"What the hell was that for?"

"For getting me drunk, and marrying me, and...and for whatever else happened that I don't remember."

"Need I remind you that you are 21, legal age, and trust me, you were a very consenting adult," he smirked.

"You said you didn't remember anything!"

"It's slowly coming back to me, alright."

"What are we going to do? Under the circumstances, I'm guessing an annullment is seriously out of the question, and you know how I feel about divorce."

"We're celebrities Jude, we can get an annullment no matter what, or we can stay married."

Jude's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Did you forget that I have a boyfriend?"

"No, but apparently you did," he said smugly.

"I have to talk to him, call him before he sees the tabloids"

"Uh Jude, trust me, he's already seen them."

"This is bad, this is really bad. I said I was going on a business trip," she said, sitting down on the bed.

"You could add that it was with your incredibly sexy producer," Tommy smirked.

"Shut-up Tommy! He told me he loved me before I left."

"Pretty boy loves you?"

"Don't call him that."

"You don't love him do you?"

She crossed her arms and glared at him. She knew he was right, she didn't love Troy. He was more like a brother to her. Sure, he was sweet, and romantic, and a perfect gentleman, but, he was never Tommy.

"You don't, see problem solved."

"Problem not solved, problem getting bigger."

"Do you realize how many girls in the world would love to marry me?"

"Yeah, but most of them don't know you like I do either."

"What's so wrong with me?"

"Where do you want me to start Tommy?"

He sighed. "If you really don't want to be married, like I said, we can always get an annullment."

"It would be lying Tommy."

"Do you have any other ideas?"

"Well, no."

"Then I guess either you get over your sudden honesty issues, or we're stuck with each other."

Jude ignored him and began to pack her things.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going home, and not on that damn motorcycle of yours."

"Fine...honey," he smiled sweetly as he walked into the bathroom.

"Fine!" she screamed, throwing the lamp against the door.

"What the hell?" he muttered, opening the door and quickly dodging a glass vase. "This counts as spousal abuse ya know. This is ridiculous Jude!"

"Not as ridiculous as the idea of us being married!"

"Well I can't do much about it. And, it's not like I forced you to marry me."

"Whatever," she said, grabbing her purse.

"Now where are you going?"

"Down to the bar."

"That's kind of what got us in this mess in the first place, and besides, it's only," he looked down at his watch," Eleven o' clock."

"I'm going down there to find out what happened last night."

"Jude, here's a little rundown for you. Tequila plus Vegas plus two people with sexual tension, equals trouble, nine cases out of ten."

"Us, sexual tension? Are you delusional Quincy?"

"Maybe, but like you can't deny there's a spark between us."

"maybe for you, but not for me," she said confidently, before walking out the door.

"I'm delusional? She thinks I'm delusional?" he muttered to himself.

Jude walked down the steps to the lobby, while staring at the ring. She had to admit, it was gorgeous, but her, married? To little Tommy Q, of BoyzAttack!" She shook her head and walked over to the bar.

"Hello Mrs. Quincy. Anything I can get you?" a young bartender asked.

"Um, yeah, did you work last night?"

"Yes Mrs. Quincy. You and Mr. Quincy stopped here before and after you got married."

Jude sat down at the bar and put her head down on the counter. "Could you get me a cup of coffee?" she asked quietly.

"Of course Mrs. Quincy."

She cringed everytime she heard that name. "Call me Jude, please."

"Of course."

Tommy watched Jude from the hallway. Her purse was sitting beside her, and her her head was laying on the counter. Her facial expression gave off a sense of sadness, confusion, and an odd sense of happiness. He debated on going over to her, but the buzz of his cell phone decided for him.

"Tom Quincy."

"Um, either a congratulations is in order, or a what the fuck were you thinking? Take your pick."

"Hello to you too Kwest."

"Man, you left on a so-called business trip, and now you're married, to Jude? I've been on business trips before, and there's not a time period on my itinerary that is set aside for marrying your co-workers."

"I don't know what happened Kwest, I really don't."

"Uh, yeah, you kinda got married."

"I know that," he said in an irritated tone.

"Well you can always get an annullment."

"Yeah, uh that's not really possible either."

"Holy shit man! You and Jude got it on?"

"Different terminology would be greatly appreciated," Tommy said.

"So then I'm guessing you're getting a divorce?"

"She refuses because of her parents. She's pissed because we're married, but every solution I come up with, she shoots down."

"Have you thought that she's maybe not as pissed off as you think and maybe she's actually glad?"

"Yeah, I highly doubt that."

"Just think about it."
"How's her boyfriend?"

"Uh not very ahppy. He's actually in D's office. They're arguing and I can hear bits and piecesm but he sound-proofed that room, way too good."

"You're standing outside the door aren't ya?"

"Yup."

"That's sad Kwest, it really is."

"I'm sorry, but my schedule doesn't exactly have time to get married out of the blue, so my life isn't quite as interesting as yours."

"We technically didn't get married out of the blue. We've known each other for seven years."

"Yeah, but it's not like you were dating, or talking about marriage."

"Okay, so maybe it was a bit spur of the moment."

"A bit?"

"I have to go pack our, or my stuff. I'll talk to you later."

"See ya."

Tommy shoved his phone in his pocket and nonchalantly walked back to their room.

"Mrs. Quincy, I mean Jude, you have a note here syaing your supposed to go up to your room immediately," the bartender said.