Myome stuck her hand out. She had a fucking wedding ring on as she wiggled her fingers.
“Yeah! Mrs. King to you bitches.” Myome stuck her tongue out.
I put a hand to the back of her neck and bent her over and she started twerking. I put my arms behind my head and stupid ass Rome came into frame holding me up while she danced on me.
The camera cut and I groaned before I dialed Chandler.
“Yo.”
“You got fucking married?!” she screamed immediately. “And you blasted it all over your socials! Are you fucking insane, Berlin?”
“Ay, man. Come on with all that hollering. My head’s already fucked up.”
“Who the fuck is that woman?”
I jolted when my bed shifted and jerked around to find Myome in the fucking flesh.
“Myome?” I said out of pure shock.
“Myome?” Chandler repeated. “Who is Myome?”
I hung up without responding and sat up immediately.
What the fuck?
CHAPTER 3
MYOME
Iheard my name and jumped out of my sleep. Immediately, I felt like my head was being banged on the sidewalk. My eyes slammed shut and I groaned. I sat up in the bed and rubbed both of my eyes for several moments before I decided to try my luck again. I forced myself to take slow breaths and slowly tried my hand at looking around again.
I froze the second I realized I wasn’t in my room. I let out a small scream when I saw that not only was I not in my room, but I had someone beside me in bed.
It took another moment to realize it was Drix staring at me and looking as confused as I fucking felt.
“Oh my fucking God.” I looked around his room again. “Did we sleep together?”
“Worse.” Drix tossed his phone into my lap.
I looked down at the screen and saw he had a video pulled up. I pressed play and felt my eyes widen more and more the longer I watched it.
“We can’t be fucking married.” I looked at Drix. “We can’t be fucking married,” I repeated.
“Who the fuck you telling?” He snatched his phone back. “Get up. We need to figure out what we gon’ do.”
I looked at the ring on my finger.
Fuck.
“My team is going to kill me.” I looked at the end table for my phone but didn’t see it. I rubbed my nonexistent pockets then flipped the covers back and forth.
I found my phone beneath my pillow and I had five missed calls from Allison, two from Retta, and three from Charm.
“Fuck.” I tapped Allison’s name and put my phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Did you get married, Myome?”
“Not on purpose!” I said quickly.