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The next morning I woke up with a huge headache. Pounding and I swear I could feel my pillow vibrating against it. I rolled over to plant my face firmly into the pillow only to discover that the bed was empty. I patted around the bed blind and I was sure that someone was supposed to be there.

Bits of last night came back to me over the course of the next hour as I lay there trying to remember. Coming back to me bit by bit.

Alice. Club. Pole dancing. Sexy ass man. Elvis. Flowers. Sex. Sleep. I think that was all of it.

Flowers?

Elvis?

I didn't care how much my head hurt; I snapped it off the pillow and suddenly notice the ring on my left hand

"Shit!" I whispered, biting my lip.

"Oh, Shit, Shit, Shittey Shit Shit." This was fucking great. I decided it would be a good idea to get some painkillers and eat something. And seen as my newlywed husbandhad done one, it's not like I could talk to him. I didn't even find out his number.

I didn't even find out his last name. And now I was hiswife, which meant I didn't know my last name either. Holy shit. What now???????

And not to mention I didn't have any clue what so ever as to where I could find him.

For all I knew he could be on the next plane out of here. Too ashamed to face up to the events of last night.

Why didn't I at least get his number? That way I would be able to contact him and rectify this drunken mistake. I mean sure he was hot, but I really honestly didn't know him all that well.

I emerged from the bedroom into the lounge/ kitchen diner where Alice was sitting, talking to someone.

"So, yeah, that's where we live and-" She turned once she heard me coming into the room.

"Morning Bella. Someone had a good night I see. I got some pain killers in my purse by the fridge."

I swear this girl is psychic.

I couldn't be bothered to speak yet so I just grumbled something that sounded like an 'Mmk'

I quickly swallowed two of the white tablets then joined Alice and some guy on the sofa with a mug of coffee from the coffee machine Alice had set up earlier I assumed.

"So, why aren't you to drunk still?" I accused harshly wondering why the hell she didn't have a pounding headache and a fat ass hangover like me.

"Because Bella, you hardly ever drink, and you really did have a lot last night." She stated as though it must be obvious. Well she had one thing right I did drink quite a lot last night. NEVER AGAIN!!!

"You drink about as often as me Alice, so don't give me that one. And who might you be?" I asked, drawing the focus onto this man sitting opposite Alice on the settee.

"My name is Jasper. I am apparently now your brother in law." He noted eyeing up my ring. I balled my hand up into a fist and stuffed it down the side of my leg, like it was some sort of huge neon sign I was trying to hide with a tissue. But it was too late. Alice was already on her feet and tearing my arm out of its socket to get a look at the traitor ring.

Great. Just great. This is exactly what I need when I have the worst hangover ever,

"BELLA! What the hell?" she squealed making my head pound even more than it already was.

"Sorry Alice. To be quite honest with you, I don't even remember getting married I-" I started only to be rudely cut off by the pixie.

"You could have at least told me. We are cousins. Bloody close ones at that Bells!" she said with a hint of accusation and hurt in her voice which made me feel sorry for her. She hated it when I didn't tell her everything. And even more so when she wasn't the first to know. Alice loved to gossip.

"Sorry" I hung my head slightly.

"Sorry! Is that all you can come up with?"

"Well I was drunk Ali" I defended myself.

"Well, at least you got hitched in a good dress. I should have been there" she pouted. Typical. All she cared about was what I got married in. Not the fact I was now married to a complete stranger. There was a slight knock at the hotel room door.

"You ordered room service Alice?"

She giggled. "If that's what you want to call it then… all right."

She walked over to the door and in strode the most handsome man I had ever seen and I mean he was hot as fuck, no guy could ever compare to him. He was like a Greek god only in human form. Though he had a cocky swagger about him. I didn't like it one bit. It reminded me of someone I couldn't yet place.

"How are you this morning? You look like you just woke up." He teased as he walked over to the kitchen area, and placed down a bag from the store across the road.

Oh great he thinks he's funny! I'll fucking give him funny.

My head was feeling slightly better after the pain killers but there was still a slight pounding there.

"For the record, I did just wake up. And I still have a foul temper from last night. And just who might you be?" I didn't know the man and he was already irritating the fuck out of me. It was either the fact I was still hung over, or due for my monthly P.M.S stage. Or a combination of both. Or maybe it was just because he was a cocky fucking wise guy.

He didn't say a thing, he simply held up his left hand while turning his back on me to rummage through the bag with his free hand.

At first I didn't get it, but then I looked harder and I saw a tiny golden ring round one finger. I then lifted my hand in front of my face and then it all fit together.

He was the douche I had become unfortunately married to.

He was the one I would now have to find a divorce with.

He would be the one that would leave a mark on the rest of my life because of one stupid night.

One night that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when a voice spoke from next to me. I almost jumped at the sound of it.

"Coming back to you then?" A smug laugh escaping his lips. He was now sat next to me. "I wasn't as hung over as you, but your fun to watch sleeping. Who exactly is Mr Bunny boo?" Though his smile let on that he knew more than he wanted me to know just yet.

And to heighten the embarrassment he had to say that of all things. I turned to him, my eyes wide with shock. SHIT! No one knew what my pet name was for my ex. From all those years ago. He was Mr Bunny boo, I was Mrs Bunny boo.

I couldn't decide whether to be angry with him, or be embarrassed. I could already feel my cheeks going warm, but I couldn't believe he would do that to me!

"Excuse me, but where do you get off watching me sleep? And eaves dropping on my sleep talking?" I all but screamed in his face

He turned around with an expression of shock on his face, obviously not expecting me to be quite so snappy with min. maybe he wasn't used to having women answer back to him?

"Well, pardon me for having you tangled up with me all night, and not wanting to move in case I woke you up. And it wasn't eaves dropping. That would imply I was trying to hear you. You made yourself quite… vocal on the subject of Mr Bunny Boo." Again that sly laugh indicated more than just talking.

Shit. Will the embarrassment ever end.

Only I was supposed to know about that. What the hell had he heard? I could only hope he hadn't heard anything else. Oh shit. I was really starting to panic and feel even more embarrassed now.

"I'll have you know, whatever your name is, that I would rather you didn't shout it out to everyone what you may or may not have heard last night. And to be quite honest, who do you think you are you arrogant son of a bitch?"

"Well. According to the law. Your husband."

"We are going to get a divorce as soon as possible. I am so not being tied to you for the remainder of my life."

"Aww, c'mon babe. I'm not ready to give you up yet" He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me as though he was hinting at a possible round 2 in the bedroom.

I berthed out an annoyed sigh then said. "I was drunk. You are not getting into my pants so easily. And I still don't know your name. And for the record my own last name. Care to share please?" I demanded

"Oh, I'llhave you by the end of today. Just you watch. And I am Edward. Edward Cullen. That makes you Bella Cullen. See I could remember your name. I am hurt" he mocked clutching at his heart. What a cocky bastard. I simply huffed off the settee and made a bee line for the bathroom. Anything to get away from him, he was making me feel so uncomfortable.

"Where are you going?" He called

"To get ready. Problem?" I stopped and turned to look at him, daring him with my eyes to make a smart ass comment back at me.

"Can I help?" he asked. I just huffed out in annoyance and slammed the door on him

"Is that a no then?" I heard muffled thought the door

Well what else did he fucking expect. Yes I would absolutely love your help, oh Edward darling. Take me against the bathroom door, over and over. Then maybe on the settee. Or how about the breakfast counter. I don't believe I have ever been fucked in a kitchen before.

"Yes" I shouted back.

"Yes I can help or yes I may not help?"

"No you can't help kind of yes. Now shut up you moron"

I jumped in the shower and allowed the water to relax my tense muscles. He was certainly not helping matters. After letting the water relax me, I rinsed my hair with some of the shampoo and conditioner Alice had placed on the ceramic shelving space when we arrived. Rubbing it into my hair, I allowed images of last night to play through my mind and before I knew where I was, I was in need of some serious release.

Damn Edward.

How could such a cocky arrogant bastard like that have such an effect on me.

Finishing up in the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself. Well, if you could call it a towel. It was barely bigger than a washcloth for my face. But I made do and strode out, refusing to meet his eyes, but earning a wolf whistle on the way past.

"Immature," I muttered in a barely audible whisper.

Anyone would think he was still some high school idiot that thinks he is the best person on the planet. But that's only because he is a man. And thinks with his dick. It can't be helped really.

It took me over an hour to re-surface from my room. Not because I took ages in getting ready. I was dressed in ten, I just didn't want to have to go back out there. But when Alice announced there was some food ready for us to eat. I knew I had no choice. Because I would only wave to face up to him sooner or later. And plus I was starving.

I slid the ring off my hand and placed it on the bedside counter before slipping out of the doorway, tucking a stray few pieces of hair behind my ear like some shy school child.

"What you made Alice?" I asked. Still refusing to meet his gaze.

"I didn't make anything. Edward did. Apparently its BBQ chicken wraps."

"Oh." Was all I came up with. So I made my way over. Grabbed a plate and started to eat.

Ok. He may have pissed me off before, but his cooking totally made up for up. It was almost as good as last night's sex. And thinking on that only made me frustrated again. I would not be giving in to him that easily. Just because I made a drunken mistake that now made him have some sort of tie to me didn't mean he could do what he liked with me, whenever he wanted wherever he wanted. I was not a toy. But this food was seriously amazing. So amazing, the words had left my mouth before I had even thought them through

"This food is rivalling sex with you Edward. Pretty damn fucking amazing." And just like that everyone stops chewing. Everyone is silent. My face is redder than the stove and all I can think of is:

Shit…

Damn that stupid word vomit.

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