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I woke up in the back of a moving vehicle. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Your in my truck, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Why isn't Vinny taking me?" I asked coldly.

"Because Vinny, as you call him, wants nothing to do with you."

I suddenly remembered what I was doing here. "Because you ruined my wedding you mother fucker!" I screamed clawing at his head and face from behind him.

"Mia I can't see stop that or we'll both end up in hospital." He yelled.

"I guess your right." I said letting him loose and climbing over the console to sit in the front seat. "But no hospitals."

"Deal." He said.

The last thing I needed was them finding something in my system and the fucking dogs showing up at my apartment. Oh no my apartment…it was already sold, I now had nowhere to live. I was officially homeless.

"I hate you Randy." I blurted.

"Now now don't be so hostile. You want to know what I think?"

"Fuck what you think." I said crossing my arms over my chest and staring blankly out the window.

"I think that you wanted me to ruin the wedding."

"Wanted you to Randy? That's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard. I wanted…no I needed this wedding it was my ticket out of this shit hand life dealt me."

"Mia I may not be Mr. Money bags or anything…"

"You got that right your fucking out of the job."

"Mia just hear me out, I think that I could make us a decent living."

"How you plan on pulling that off Mr. Unemployed?"

"Just trust me on this."

"Trust you? Pshhhhhh."

"Anyway were do you want to go?" He asked me.

Well let's evaluate the situation shall we? I have no apartment, my fiancé dumped me and to top it off I'm in a car with the last person on earth I want to see right now. I contemplated saying his place but I didn't want to give Orton the idea he'd won and I put on my apron and play Mrs. Susie Homemaker either.

"I want to go to my reception." I said.

He turned the car in the other direction without question and drove towards the hotel.

Why the reception you ask? Simple. Un-refundable catering and booze. No reason to let the Don go to waste huh? Plus who knows when I'll be eating a descent meal again, I'd stuff my pockets full of caviar and those watercress sandwiches till they exploded.

When we arrived all the furniture had be packed up but as I suspected all the grub was still in place. I sat in the middle of the floor and popped the top of the champagne bottle.

"Join me Randy." I said patting a spot next to me on the carpet.

1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor. We'll not exactly tequila but you get the picture, enough champagne and wine and you'll be shit faced no problem.

"I think you've had enough." He said taking the bottle out of my hand.

"Who are you my fucking daddy?" I stuttered. I broke out in a fit of hysteria when I heard myself speak.

"What's so funny?" Randy asked.

"Vinny loooovvveeeed it when I called him daddy." I managed to get out before I cracked up laughing again.

"Ok ok I think its time I put you to bed."

"Aren't you going to buy me dinner first?" I joked.

"Ha-ha." He said picking me up off the floor. "Where do you plan on staying?"

I thought for a second. "Lets get a room." I threw my visa at him and he checked me in. After he carried me all the way to the room he threw me on the bed and collapsed beside me.

"Fuck me Randy."

"Huh?"

"I said fuck me." I told him climbing on top of him. That's the one downside of booze even though I loved getting drunk and sleeping with people I was supposed to be made at Randy not blowing his mind.

I waited for him to be the gentleman and tell me he wasn't going to take advantage of me but that moment didn't come. I was sort of hoping he would say no but he didn't he just threw my clothes to the side unzipped and fucked me crazy.

Ok so I loved it, but I was still angry. I wanted my millionaire even if Randy was the best dick of my life.

He left when we finished, not wanting to of course but I made him. Things seemed less complicated this way, no meaningless cuddling and no untrue words.

Instead I cried myself to sleep codling my Prada bag wondering when the next time I would get designer gifts would be.