Hey guys, I know it's been a long time sorry about that. I've been crazy busy lately with homework.

Here's a longer chapter to make it up to you, and also to make you wait for the next one…

Sydney's POV

"Sydney...last night...we...we... got...married...hence the ring on your finger…"

I still couldn't believe it. "Married?!" "Me? Sydney Katherine Sage, the most annoying, awkward, shy, highbrow and hung up girl in the world, who only had one boyfriend in high school, Brayden with whom I exchanged a few kisses [that I found kind of gross by the way] got married last night, to a freaking male model.

Wow, I've never thought that tequila was such a powerful beverage. First hangover of my life and I end up married [well done Sydney]. What else then? I discover that I am pregnant? That would be the final straw for sure. Besides, I don't even remember if we...oh my God, I mean…I would probably remember something like, wouldn't I? Or at least feel something...I'm not sore except my headache so maybe it's a good sign…

I was bring back to reality by my...husband.

"Here Sydney. I've brought you some aspirin and a few crackers it might help you feel better. Come on take it." he said gently.

"Oh? Thank you that's very nice of you...you...you didn't need to do that." I stammered.

I drank the cup and ate a cracker. He stood there, watching me. He was still in his boxers, looking perfect with messy hair and a relaxed face. I don't know how he can cope with this situation so well.

"Hey, I realize that I don't even know your name..." I stated.

"Well that's a first, usually I'm the one who forgets a girl's name not the contrary" he laughed. "I'm Adrian...Adrian Ivashkok" he finally answered.

"Nice to meet you Adrian, that's a... great name." I replied with a faint smile. I've always loved this name, but I don't know why.

He kept staring at me, as if he was waiting for something. He eventually said: "You really have no idea of who I am, haven't you? Wow I can't believe I've wedded the only woman in the world who doesn't know my name."

"Of course I know who you are. You are Adrian Ivashkov, you've just told me your name. Duh! Are you playing with me?" The guy was stupid or what?…

"I would never play with you Sage, unless you want me to." He said smirking.

[Why do I have the impression that everything that comes out of this guy's mouth has a double meaning?]

"Okay let me try something else, have you ever heard about the Ivashkov's galleries? Does this ring a bell to you?" He asked.

"Wait a minute...are you the owner of the galleries?" Oh crap I knew the guy was wealthy but I've never thought about that type of wealth…

"Actually I'm the owner and the artist. All the paintings are my works." he answered proudly.

"Wow...(as if being handsome as hell, nice and rich weren't enough he was also famous and talented, any other girl in my situation would think she had hit the jackpot]. I've visited the gallery in New York once, which is not to far away from my apartment and well I'm not an expert in art, I'm more keen on architecture but from what I remembered, I've always thought that the artist, well you then were more…"

"Charming? Handsome? Funny?…" He interrupted me.

"I was going to say older" I said without hiding a smile.

"You thought that was an old fart who painted those masterpieces." he burst into laughter. "Indeed you're not the critic of the year when it comes to art. And I'm 23 by the way. Not much older than you if I remember correctly." He said.

Obviously he remembered more things about last night that me, so it was time to ask some questions and hopefully have some answers.

"Adrian, about last night... I have a question [I actually have more than one but this one was in the top list, now that I finally know his name…] As you've probably guessed I don't remember a lot about what happened, so maybe you couldenlightenme? I was wondering if we...you know…" [How was I going to say this out loud? I was already reddening].

"If we what Sydney? I might have a lot of qualities but reading in people's mind isn't one of them." he replied.

"Did we sleep together?" yep, I definitely went as red as a beet.

"Oh? That… No Sage, we didn't. We didn't have sex last night, if it's what was bothering you so far, you can be eased right now." He answered.

"No?" I asked surprised? [I was supposed to be relieved but I wasn't, even though I don't think he was lying to me. I actually trusted him in a certain way, but I don't know why. Feminine intuition perhaps…] "But...we woke up in a bed... almost naked." I stuttered.

"Well the fact that we did not sleep together does not mean that things didn't get heated between us..." he said playfully. "Okay, we may have kissed...a few times...you know the all "you can kiss the bride stuff" and the "honey moon night", you were quite eager about that I have to say... for a girl who looks so timid. As I like to say it's always the timidest who…

"Adrian!" I scolded, red as a tomato.

"Sorry. Anyway Sydney, from the moment I understood you were... a virgin, I stopped." He said awkwardly.

How the hell did he know that I was a virgin? Did I tell him? Damn it, that's soo embarrassing…

"Okay so let me get this straight. You stopped me from losing my virginity but you did not stop me during the ceremony, when I married you? Why?!" [What the hell was wrong with this guy]. I was starting to lose it. This situation is just insane, it drives me crazy.

"Do you have any idea the situation I got into. This ruined my life, this, that night, this isn't me, this is not "Sydney Sage", this is not who I am! I'm not the type of girl who gets wasted, hooks up with a guy, and ends up married." I shouted.

"Well, maybe alcohol just brought out your inner self? It helped you forget your problems, loosen up a bit." He was getting angry too. Good!

"What? How can you say something like that? You don't know me okay! We may have spend the night together and got married but you don't know a damn thing about my life, or me. This is a disaster and this is all your fault!" I was yelling now.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" he was shouting too now.

"My fault? So you're blaming me now. Do I have to remind you that I wasn't the one who forced you to drink? I wasn't the one who said let's go get married? I wasn't the one who throw myself on you. Fuck! I did not even bring you to Las Vegas in the first place. And for your information I'm not crazy about this situation either" he shrieked.

"We, we should calm down". I finally muttered breathless, and sat on the bathtub to calm my nerves and think.

"I did not even bring you to Las Vegas in the first place…"

Oh my God...actually he was right. This was not his fault...but Rose's.

This is all Rose's fault, she was the one who brought me here in the first place! I've always known this girl would bit me in the ass, one day.

I have to find Rose!

A little drama in there…

-K