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Chapter four

Kade

"Ugh," I groan, turning over onto my side.

Throwing my hand out to the other side of the bed, it comes in contact with a body.

My brows furrow in confusion. I don't remember going home with anyone.

I had intentions to go home with the bartender at the beginning of the night, but then Sam walked in and I couldn't think of anyone else.

Just tried to lose myself in drinks and the music.

I take a deep breath then let out a sigh.

It's never good when I wake up to another person next to me, especially not being able to remember.

Hopefully this won't be so bad and I can wake her up, get her to leave, then go back to sleep.

I should really open my eyes to see who exactly is sleeping next to me and face the music.

The moment I think about opening my eyes, it feels as if they seal themselves shut, not letting me open them except with great effort. Fuck, how much did I drink last night ? I'm not sure I've ever had my eyes feel like this after a night of partying.

Lying in bed, I run through last night and the last thing I remember clearly is being at the club with everyone, dancing. Shane's bachelor party wasn't as much of a bust as I thought it would be, in fact it turned out to be really fun.

When I'm finally able to open my eyes, wiping any crud out of them, I blink a few times trying to focus on the room around me.

At first it looks just like mine, but maybe a little smaller.

A suitcase in the corner of the room draws my attention, and I realize that it's not mine.

But who does it belong to? I sit up, trying to figure out where I am and how I got here but quickly realize that I'm naked as the day I was born. Shit.

Looking over at the woman next to me, I see long strawberry blonde hair hanging over her face.

The woman's pale naked back is revealed, the blankets only covering up her bottom half.

My gaze drops down the length of her body and I can't help but mentally pat myself on the back, because this woman is fire.

Then I see it. A tattoo of a small butterfly situated on the side of her ribs.

Shock takes over me as I remember the night I traced it with my tongue.

"Oh shit," I mumble out loud, closing my eyes.

A picture of Sam splayed out on the bed while I kiss down her chest making sure to spend time on each one of her beautiful large breasts enters my mind.

Trailing kisses down her stomach until I reach her glistening pussy, every inch I get closer, she spreads her legs further, allowing me full access.

"Fuck, I've missed this," I mutter before I lick her from back to front.

I try to shake the memories from my head, but with the alcohol from last night, I can't tell if it's a memory from when we were together or something new.

The only clue that I have that it might be last night are the words that ring in my head.

The bed looked exactly like this one. Fuck, how could I have slept with Sam again.

She's going to be so pissed once she realizes what we've done.

Bam. Bam.

A pounding noise on the door has me jumping from the bed.

Sam rolls over groaning and the blanket falls down, exposing those breasts I was just imagining, making my cock thicken.

Fuck, now is not the time to be turned on .

The excessive knocking doesn't stop but this time it's accompanied by a voice that belongs to Shane.

"Kade, open up! I know you're in there," he shouts.

He doesn't stop there either, he continues to excessively knock.

I know that if I don't open the door soon, it sounds like he'll break it down.

Glancing at the clock, I see that it's ten in the morning.

At least it's not too late. I grab a sheet from the ground, wrapping it around my waist. Trying to hide myself, I walk out of the room and into the suite lounge area.

Another bang on the door comes through. Fuck, does he not have any patience?

"I'm coming," I yell as I open the door.

The moment it opens, Shane pushes past me going a mile a minute. "Have you seen social media yet?"

"Ugh no. You just woke me up asshole," I tell him, closing the door to the hotel room. When I turn toward him, he's standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips looking at me as if he's going to combust.

"Well, do you know what you did last night or were you just so drunk that you did another stupid thing?" he asks me with an accusing tone, instead of answering me.

I wince at his tone of voice, because I know he's about to give me a lecture, and it's probably not going to be short either. Even though Shane is younger than me, he's much more mature and responsible than me. Where he's grown up, I'm more like Peter Pan. Everyone knows it too.

"Lower your voice," I scold him, but decide that telling him the truth can only help me at this moment. "I know it looks bad. I slept with Sam, but I promise I didn't mean to. I'm sure—" I begin to explain but Shane interrupts me.

"You think I'm here freaking out because you slept with Sam? No. I'm here because you two did something even more stupid than sleeping together!" he shouts at me, throwing me off.

What the hell? Shane has never talked to me like this before, even when I do dumb shit. Actually, I'm not sure I've ever seen him yell at anyone before. What could I have done to make him act like this?

I go to open my mouth to tell him to watch his mouth and ask what he’s talking about, but before I can, Sam's voice cuts through, "What the hell is going on out here? Why are we shouting?"

Shane and I both turn toward where she's standing. Sam looks like an angel standing in the doorway wrapped in a robe with sunlight coming through as if it's trying to wrap itself around her. A sense of peace washes over me, knowing she’s covered up and Shane isn’t able to see any part of her banging body.

I know he only has eyes for Janae, but something about him seeing her in any way makes my blood boil.

"Well, I'll tell you. You and dumbass here," he begins as he points toward me, "did something really stupid last night.

I mean, I could see him doing this but you, Sam.

You? You're too smart for this and this is going to break Janae's heart," he says in a sharp tone, his voice raising with every word.

A wave of protectiveness rises in me. Stepping in front of her, I block the view of her from Shane. Giving him a hard look, I grit out, "Don't yell at her."

Shane's chest is heaving. He lets out a long breath trying to reign himself in. I step closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Why don't we sit down on the couch and you can tell us what's going on? Obviously, we don't remember or know what happened."

He nods and moves toward the couch sitting down. I go to sit down next to him when Sam stops me with a dainty hand on my chest as she whispers, "Maybe you should go get more dressed Kade, instead of a sheet."

I look down at my waist and shrug my shoulders, seeing that she has a point.

Not wanting to leave her alone for long with Shane, I move quickly to the bedroom, scanning the floor for my clothes.

Once I find them, I make haste to get dressed while trying to remember everything that might have happened last night.

Sadly, I keep coming up blank. Honestly, I don't even remember leaving the club.

Curiosity grips me, wondering what Sam and I could've possibly done to make Shane go crazy like that.

It's really out of character for him. He's the calm jokester of our group; I'm usually the hot head.

As soon as I'm fully dressed, I make it back out to where Shane and Sam are sitting, whispering. I can't quite hear what they’re saying, but Sam looks a little paler than before as she looks at something on Shane's phone.

That's when I notice it. Sam has a simple platinum ring on her wedding finger. Did she have that there last night? Is Sam married?

I shake my head because that's a ridiculous notion. She's not the type of girl to sleep with someone if she was in a relationship with someone else. No, Sam is too loyal for that. But still the questions linger on my tongue and before I can stop, I blurt, "Are you married, Sam?"

My question brings her face to me and that's when I see the tears falling, she nods her head silently. A brick drops into my stomach because even though I'm a playboy, I don't sleep with married women, and I just did. Bile crawls up my throat when Sam drops the bomb. "Yeah, I'm married to you."

With those words I can't stop myself, I run to the trash and puke.

Fuck! Married? I have a wife? No, that can't be. What have I done?