Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't own anything. The song that this story is based on and that really goes with this chapter is Last Name by Carrie Underwood, go check it out.

A/N: So this chapter was originally twice as long, but I felt it had to end where it ended, so sorry about the short length.

"Oh no, what have I done?"

"Bella come on." Angela demanded as she grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the dance floor. I had arrived and settled in the early afternoon the apartment Angela, Ben and I would be sharing was really spacious. After I had found out Ben was living with Angela I immediately wanted to go else where but they both agreed that it was fine, there was more than enough room for all of us. So I stayed, apparently Las Vegas had loosened Ben and Angela a bit for they demanded to take me out, to celebrate my new life and my decision not to marry so young.

That was how I ended up here, we were currently in some club and Angela insisted I dance. Ben was currently getting us more drinks. So I let her pull me out onto the dance floor, I felt awkward and had to concentrate not to fall on my ass with how clumsy I am, that plus the nearly eight drinks I already had were not making anything more easier.

"Hey" My spine tingled instantly the moment the whispered hello hit my ears. I was grabbed around the waist by the unknown stranger and began to sway to the music with him. I couldn't make his face out, it was too dark for that, but I could feel the electricity emanating from his body through mine and I liked it. Through my drunk filled haze I clung to him, as though he could sober me up. His body was sculpted like a Greek God, I could tell as ran my hands up and down his chest, the alcohol freed me from all my inhibitions. I knew he was speaking to me, but his intoxicating scent and the way his body moved against mine, held my mind captivated. The last thing I remembered was heading out the door with him.

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I groaned as I woke up the next morning with the room spinning, being the inexperienced drinker that I was meant I should have stopped after the third or preferably the second drink. I tried to recollect what had happened after the dance floor but everything was a haze and my throat was so dry that I needed to drink something immediately.

I pulled back the cover, and that's when I noticed I was completely naked! Immediately I grabbed the sheets to cover myself only to find that currently something, or someone was on them.

"Who are you?" I shrieked as I covered as much as I could of myself. There lying completely nude was a man, a gorgeous man, but nonetheless a stranger.

"Hey honey, good morning to you too." He mumbled as his eyes opened.

"Oh my gosh, you… I… we…." I quickly motioned between us with my hand and turned red, I had never slept with Jake and here I found myself waking up with a complete stranger. He just grinned.

"Well we did a bit more than that wouldn't you say… my dear wife." My eyes widened as he held up his hand with a gold band, I quickly looked at my left hand only to find an identical ring. I shrieked and fell back on to the bed.

"Oh no, what have I done?" I asked myself as I stared at the ceiling. This seemed like one of those bad romantic comedies only it wasn't funny… nor romantic.

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