"What do you mean "what did I do to you'?" Johnny asked audaciously. "Do you think I'm some sort of rapist?" Sam sprung up from the bed and pulled whatever bed sheet she could over her naked body.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" She spotted her bag on the nightstand and pulled the cell phone that was sticking out. "There was no way I would come over here by free will, so you can tell me what you did to me last night and maybe I won't call the cops."

He stood up from the bed, clutching the sheet around his waist tightly. "Listen McCall, I have no idea what you're doing here but, the only thing I remember was waking up with you next to me. No date rape drug, no violence, nothing."

She shook her head in disapproval. "Nice try, but that's not the answer I was looking for." She said coldly. Needing a cell signal to call the police, she opened the blinds over the window but she and Johnny quickly covered their eyes. The sunlight glaring through the window was creating a painful headache.

"Close the blinds Sam!" Johnny yelled. She quickly covered the window back and stumbled onto the bed. She had a feeling the biggest aspirin in the world wasn't going to help this newly discovered hangover.

"Ok, I think I know how you ended up here last night." Johnny took his hands off his eyes and gazed at Sam. "You ok?"

"Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry about the whole 'calling the cops' thing." She apologized. "I completely forgot I was drunk off my ass last night."

"No problem. Most people would usually call the cops as soon as they saw my face."

"Yeah well, I learned not to judge a book by its cover." She got up and started picking her disheveled clothes from around the room. "I think I'm just gonna go change and head back to my hotel room. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure." He got up from the bed and started to pull his on his pants. Sam made it to the bathroom door only to turn back around.

"We're not going to tell anyone about last night, are we?"

"Nope. It'll be that one secret we get to keep to our grave." She smiled at his dark sense of humor. She wasn't sure why Port Charles was so bent on hating him so much. If only people got to know him better, he wasn't that bad.

If only.

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She managed to cover up her ripped shirt buttons with the jacket she wore the night before. Either they were really in need of sex last night or Johnny had no idea how to unbutton a shirt properly. She shook any thought of sex with Johnny out of her head when her cell phone started to ring. She held the phone 2 inches away from her ear when the voice started to shriek.

"Samantha McCall, I can-not believe you!"

"Maxie?"

"I mean it's one thing to go off to Vegas without your best girlfriend, but then you do something like this? I have the sense to not talk to you for a week!"

"Maxie, slow down. What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? Have you not seen the news or read the newspaper?

"I'm sorry Maxie but, the last time I checked, you weren't into the news."

"I'm not into politics Sam, just into entertainm- don't change the topic! When were you going to tell me you got hitched? Didn't let me throw you a bridal shower or bachelorette party. And who the hell was your maid of honor, because it's obvious it wasn't me." Sam almost dropped the cell phone when she heard Maxie's accusations.

"What are you talking about Maxie? I didn't get married."

"Don't try to deny it Sam. It's all over the news here. You got married and to that hottie mobster Johnny too!" Sam was about to scream bloody murder when she remembered Johnny was on the other side of the door. She hoped to god that Maxie was playing some cruel and unusual joke on her. Running out of the bathroom, she shoved Johnny out of the way and turned on the TV to any news channel.

"Last night witnesses spotted former Everyday Heroes host Samantha McCall walk into a local Las Vegas chapel. But, she wasn't here to confess any sins, far from it. She instead, got married last night to mobster Anthony Zacchara's son, Johnny Zacchara. Only time will tell if this couple can last for 10 year, or only 10 days."

"We got married?" Johnny asked in shock. Sam ignored him and continued to talk to Maxie.

"Exactly how many people know we got married?"

"Well, if you don't count Cameron, Jake, or Spencer…pretty much everyone." Sam smacked her forehead and groaned.

"Mom must be having a fit right now."

"Ya think?"

"Listen, can I call you back when I get this whole thing sorted out?"

"Sure. But I'm still pissed off!"

"I know you are but, bye Max!" She hung up the phone before the younger blonde could even think of saying bye. She then turned towards Johnny.

"Once again, we got married?" He asked.

"Yeah. We need to get a divorce as soon as possible."

"No."

"What?"

"We're not going to get a divorce."