Derek P.O.V.

My life was officially over. I had only been in Los Angeles for 24 hours and I had already managed to screw up every thing. My next match was in two days and I had gone and gotten married. Dad is going to kill me. I was currently pacing around the hotel suite living room in nothing but a pair of my sweats. I was on the phone with Simon, my brother. I didn't know what to do but this was going to be a scandal.

"Bro, just calm down. It's not that bad." Simon's voice came over the phone. I snorted. Not that bad. I had gotten married to some girl that I didn't know and I had no clue how it happened.

"It is a big deal, Simon. My match is in two days and I got married. This is going to be all over the news and social media. The last things I need is a scandal right now. Plus.. I don't even know her name." I whispered the last part, afraid she would hear me. She was standing in the doorway in one of my t-shirts. It drowned her. She was tiny compared to me but she had a great body. I suspected that she was an athlete or something.

"Try asking her, dumb ass. Look, call dad and see what he has to say and maybe he can fix it. In the mean time, try not to kill her." Simon sighed and hung up causing me to sigh. This was going to end badly, I could feel it. I turned toward the woman who was now my...wife. Oh God, I'm a husband. I never thought I would get married.

I stared her down but she didn't flinch away from me. Her long blond hair fell down her back like a curtain, curling slightly toward the ends. She was tan, not a fake orange tan, but a golden sun-kissed tan. I noticed she had freckles that were barely there but dotted across her nose. Her eyes were a stormy blue, large and wide, framed by thick lashes that weren't enhanced by mascara. I could make out the outline of her body underneath my shirt. Her bare legs were slim and tones, ending in tiny feet. Her waist was small, toned and I could tell that her hips were perfectly rounded, not small or over sized. Her breasts were a decent size if I remember correctly from last night. What got me the most was her mouth. it was a pretty pink and it was plump but not in an unattractive way, even if it was in a frown at the moment.

"Are you going to tell me what is going on or are you going to continue to stare at me?" That pretty mouth spoke in a British tone. Wait. British?

"You're British?" Was the only sentence that came out of my mouth. Way to go Derek. She raised one eyebrow at me as if to say "seriously?"

"Well, now that we've answered the most important question of the day, shall we move on to less important matters?" She shot back at me. She was feisty, I'd give her that.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to be British uh.." I was digging a deeper whole for myself. God what is her name?

"Cornelia. My name is Cornelia. But everyone calls me Cori with an 'i.' It was a pretty name and she was a pretty girl but now was not the time to focus on the fact that she was hot. It was difficult to concentrate when she was leaning against the frame of the door, ankles crossed and arms folded around her stomach. She looked like someone's hot girlfriend in a movie only in this case it wasn't a movie and she wasn't my girlfriend, she was my wife.

"Right. I'm Derek." I stuck my hand out toward her. She stared at it for a moment and then looked back up at me.

"What are we going to do? " Cori whispered to me, eyes wide and watery with tears. If I was honest with myself, I didn't have a clue as to what we were going to do. But in that moment, I was sure I would figure it out as long as it prevented her from crying. I don't do well with crying females.

"I don't know but maybe we should start with trying to figure things out. In the mean time, why don't you call your hotel and have your stuff sent here. We can talk about things and plan out our next move. We can go see a lawyer or something, just please don't..don't cry." I was begging her not to cry. I thought I was being logical. We needed to plan our next move because going with the flow apparently gets you married.

"I guess. I'll give them a call and then let the front desk know to expect my stuff." She huffed and turned to go into the bedroom when she let out a curse. Her back was to me but I could see by the ridged lining of her shoulders that she was tense. I hesitantly took a few steps toward her, scared that she was going to burst into tears or go off in a rage.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Cornelia turned to me with a wary smile. She looked helpless and scared, like a child who wanted to say something to their parent but knew they would lose the battle.

"Yea.. it's just that..well..I would have to give the desk my name and uh.. I don't even know my last name."

I smiled down at her gently. She had to be at least a foot and a half shorter than me. She barely made it to my chest! I took her hand in mine cautiously. When she didn't pull back I took it as a good sign. She looked down at our hands and gave a small smile. Her grip, though small, was felt.

"Souza. You're last name is Souza."

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