I have a slight headache but feel extremely comfortable. I slowly open my eyes to find myself in a big beautiful room, in a big comfy bed. Am I in California? This is really a nice hotel room. I must've been really drunk to not remember coming to California. I feel something cold around my wrists and look up. I'm handcuffed to the bed. Wow I must've been really drunk to not remember having sex with Chandler. I didn't even know we had handcuffs. I smile and wonder if Chandler is getting me breakfast or working. Probably getting me breakfast. He would never leave me handcuffed in bed. I don't know why he wouldn't just order room service, probably wanted it to be more romantic. I see the door knob twist and close my eyes to pretend like I'm sleeping. I can hear him walking in. I wait for him to lightly touch the side of my face and kiss my forehead, something he always does when he comes back to bed, or he just stares at me while I sleep. I wait for it, but it doesn't feel like he's near me. I slowly open my eyes and look at the face that is not my husband. It is the guy from the airport. What is he doing in my hotel room. "You are not my husband." I say sitting up awkwardly because of the handcuffs.

He laughs. "No I'm not."

"You are the guy from the airport." Oh my god he is not wearing a shirt! He is not wearing a shirt! He needs shirt to cover up his amazingly tan and nice... He needs to put on a shirt!

He nods with another laugh. "I am."

I laugh as well when I realize I might've gotten drunk and slept with him. Oh my god! "We didn't..." I gestured towards the both of us. "You know.."

"No." He shakes his head. Thank god! I could never deal with cheating on Chandler. "You were completely passed out. I brought you to my place."

"Oh.. Thanks." I smile. He's so nice. But why am I handcuffed to the bed? "What's with the handcuffs?"

"Make sure you wouldn't leave."

I give him a weird look. "Excuse me?"

"If I didn't have you handcuffed to the bed you would've just run out of here."

"Why would you want me to stay?"

"Because you're beautiful."

I smile at the compliment. "What time is it? I probably missed my husband's flight to California." I say pulling open the comforter. "I better get going can you unlock these?" I ask holding out my hand as much as I can.

"No." He says simply and gets up. "You're not leaving."

What? What the hell is that supposed to mean? He's probably just joking. "Haha. Very funny. My husband is going to be so surprised when I show up." I smile and hold up the handcuffs again.

He smiles. "I'm serious. You're not leaving."

My smile fades away and I just look at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're not leaving. You're staying here."

"But I have to go to California."

"You're staying with me." He smiles. "I know you want me. We'll be happy." He puts his hand on the back on my head and I just stare at him completely confused. He leans in and I'm still confused. The closer he gets the more I realize what he's doing. I quickly, and forcefully, push him away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I scream.

"What the hell do you think I was going to do?"

"Kiss me!" I yell.

"Yea I was going to kiss you!" He yells back.

"I'm married!"

"I know!"

"Then why the hell are you trying to kiss me?"

He doesn't say anything. He just stares at me.

I sigh and shake my head. "I'm married. Please uncuff me now."

"Hungry? I'll bring you some food."

"No uncuff me!" I scream.

"I wasn't kidding. You're not leaving." He says leaving the room.

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